My “Little Italy” in France

I’m back! It seems an age since I’ve last written & in truth, I’ve had at least a 6-month pause…

I got married! how fabulous is that?! I married my Italian man, in Australia &, am now back home, in France, where we live, in a little village by the river, in the French countryside. It sounds nice & quaint &, it IS!

My man is quite a bit older than me & he’s Italian, too, what a bonus! Not only is he devoted to me BUT he can cook! He’s a great cook, too! Each morning he rises say, about 6 am & he heads straight to the kitchen. I kid you not! (told you he was devoted & not just to me, to EVERYONE & EVERYTHING he values! nice, huh?) So… my nose is aroused by around 7 am to absolutely scrumptious &”deelish” aromas wafting up from the kitchen,  my mouth is salivating, it’s almost a beautiful torment because I wanna stay cosy as toast in bed but my tummy is doing a drum solo & by 9 I’m there! there!!! at the table, fork in hand, ready to end the day’s morning ritual of “delicious agony!” Rob watches me as I eat as if he’s listening to his favourite opera! devoted people like to see the people they care about…HAPPY! “It’s a real pleasure, Cara, to watch you eat!” Rob says to me. You see, he not only is devoted but he’s ITALIAN & DEVOTED! & so, he LOVES to see me HAPPY & what’s more…he loves knowing that he is the source of that happiness!

And that’s why I have been away, not writing… I’ve been enjoying the pleasures of a French life with very Italian overtones!

 

 

Now that I’m back, I’d like to share some of our French/Italian adventures with you.  I promise you! our life together… is never boring! Oh, btw…I nearly forgot the unforgettable… Cognac, our dog! did I say dog?!!! Cognac wouldn’t agree with that at all! Noses-up! he whines “dog! ” well, he’s almost human, wink x

When it comes to AGEING, what’s in it for ME?

Have you ever sat somewhere with a childhood friend & lamented about how the years seem to be just flying by & the mirror doesn’t seem to be as kind as it could be these days? Yep, I have. After a few deep sighs & a couple of good laughs, you actually realize that wrinkles, laughter lines & even that muffin top belly have been the consequences of a most remarkable & interesting journey… life.

What do we get from growing older? A tremendously beautiful sense of dignity. We can look back on markers & years, quite an astonishing thought, really, that, because of one single choice, our lives changed. Because we chose a certain path, in a certain year and met a certain person, in just that certain little place, our lives changed.

I went overseas at age 17, I left Australia. I was green around the gills, and when I returned, 3 months later, my life had changed in so many remarkable ways, I got a good bout of the travel bug & off I went back & forth between Europe & Australia, my eyes wide open & my mouth, too! Lot’s of wow! wow! wow! moments. Because of that rather scary decision, at that time, (I chose to go overseas on a random holiday with my dad, & celebrated my 18th birthday in Venice, whoohoo!) I am NOW a seasoned traveler.

 

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I’m 52 years old. I celebrated my 52nd birthday flying over the Indian ocean, 2 years earlier I was in Germany for my 50th birthday, & last year, I was in France. I don’t have that fresh-faced youthful 17-year-old face anymore, but I do have a face I’m happy with, a face that speaks of joy, & joy on a woman always looks truly beautiful & beats the best face lift!

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Ageing, what’s in it for me? Laughter lines, a much-loved & proudly prized cesarean scar from having my wonderful son at 35 years old, some varicose veins from that pregnancy, too, sad times from divorce & so, a furrowed brow, perhaps. What does it all mean? It means I lived. To age means to experience life, & I am still using all the colored crayons in the crayon box! To age means to go through unpleasant times, sometimes heartbreaking grief & then use those tears to help others through their ‘journey in the valley.’5238093.jpg

The most wonderful thing about ageing is all the love you get to GIVE &  GET, & all that love needs time to bloom & grow. Like good wine or cheese, the years bring maturity & stability, to our relationships, marriage & family.

Ageing, what’s in it for me? Well, next time you are sitting with an old childhood friend, think of all the memories you have made together, the good & bad times shared. The years give us so much more than wrinkles, they have given us a remarkably beautiful sense of dignity & that’s a good reason to smile. Cheers x