Hello from Australia! We have made it back to the southern hemisphere, after 24 hours in transit between Rome and Brisbane.

Last weekend was Easter. Pasqua here in Italia. We hired a comically small Fiat Panda, squished ourselves and our bags in, and drove north towards the Veneto. The motherland.

A quick update on the paper bin situation. After three missed collections, defiance reigned in the neighbourhood. Everyone left their overflowing paper bins out day and night, in protest of the lack of service. I can only imagine the number of calls being placed to Sistema Ambiente to complain about the desecration of the local streets.

Unlike at home, where you have one day a week when all your bins are collected, in Lucca different bins are collected on different days. So, five days out of seven, you have a bin to remember to put out.

Life in our new apartment is endlessly entertaining. The other night we made the mistake of trying to use our oven at the same time as the lights, and we managed to blow the main fuse. Italian wiring is truly insane. 

Well, we've done it. We've officially (finally) moved to our new apartment. Between the dreaded ZTL, rain, and sickness I would be lying if I said it was anything other than a very unenjoyable experience. The outcome, however, is fantastic.

I have heard from many people that Italians take everything - including the kitchen sink - with them when they move. But we were quite surprised when we realised that the previous tenants even took the light globes and shower curtain railing with them when they vacated the apartment!

While I am still very easily rendered mute in the face of an Italian inquisition, I am at least now able to comprehend a little more of what is being said to me. And by quashing my instinct to panic, I can form monosyllabic responses to most basic questions. 

The spa consisted mostly of indoor and outdoor pools, all heated to a delightful temperature. The main outdoor pool had a swim-up bar, which was packed from the moment the place opened at 10am!

When we first arrived in summer, we were very much lumped in with the hordes of sunburnt and obnoxious tourists. And fair enough too. We didn't know where we were going, we continually walked on the wrong side of people out of habit, and we failed time and time to order and pay correctly in busy bars and gelaterias. In short, we just generally got in the way. 

Last weekend I decided that we needed to go for an adventure. Something to get us out of town and burn some of the kids' endless energy. I researched online and found a gorgeously run-down but still very fun-looking little train in Viareggio. Un trenino.

We've had all sorts of fun experiences this week, including some truly Mambo Italiano moments. We've finally had to run the gauntlet of the local questura (immigration office), we've been negotiating a new rental lease, and we've spent a weekend with friends in Florence.

One of the major points to note about rental cars (and cars in general in Italy) is that this is still a market in which manual transmissions are the standard. Renting or purchasing an automatic is significantly more expensive.

The tale goes that La Befana was approached by the three wise men while they were on their way to greet the baby Jesus. They asked her to show them the way, but she turned them down because she was too busy with her sweeping.

Buon anno! We've officially started a new year in Italy, and I'm very excited about all that 2024 has in store for us…

The bambini had fun absolutely shredding the wrapping paper off their presents from Babbo Natale - literally Christmas Dad. Or the much more saucy slash creepy translation of Christmas Daddy.

Every time we welcome a new family member or friend, it opens my eyes once again to how lucky we are to be here and how perfect this town is for us. Not everything is easy, but it is beautiful - and if that doesn't just sum up the Italian experience, then I don't know what does!

There was a large crowd gathered at the entrance to the piazza right near our house. In the middle of the crowd, next to a large marble colonna, was a fire truck. Interesting.

The Italian customs experience is either non-existent, or the most time consuming and hideously inefficient process possible. In this case it was the former. From tarmac to pick up was about 10 minutes. It caught me quite off guard, as I'd planned to spend the wait time doing some research on the city's driving restrictions and parking options.

Success! I have ticked off another major bureaucratic task on my list. I finally went yesterday to the local hospital and enrolled myself and the bambini in the Italian national health service.