La bella vita . . .

is a life lived fully and without regret . . . for me, that means doing and being all that I can and want to be and do. Life is truly a great big apple, the sweetest and most flavorful apple. When you hunger for a chance to try something new, to see a new place, or to voyage outside of your familiar realm of existence . . . it is time to taste the fruit of a new tree . . . there are many varieties to be tried. Each one of us is born in a certain place, we live our lives with the dreams and goals specific to our own heart's desire. Sometimes though, you are in the course of one dream, living your life with contentment, and along comes a moment that changes the course . . .

For me, that change happened two years ago, in May, when I was fortunate to travel with my family and friends throughout Europe, specifically the Mediterranean. I experienced a vast cultural swath of life's tapestry from Spain all the way to Croatia . . . I enjoyed each place and each new day as though I had opened my eyes for the first time. It was with special sweetness though, that upon entering beautiful Italy . . .I fell madly and hopefully in love. In travelling around this miraculous wealth of culture and beauty, I couldn't help but feel drawn, much like a moth to a flame. I wanted to return, I needed to return. It was inexplicable to me, as I had never really desired living abroad before . . . but the idea took form in my mind, but mostly, in my heart.

Italy is my favorite apple, the one which quenches my soul . . . I never tire of it's flavors, nor it's unique combination of sweetness and savory goodness, how it swirls about my spirit's innermost chambers of mystery with the utmost magic. I cannot wait to satiate myself over and over again with the purest flavors I have ever imagined. When I am in Italy, I am home. It is not easily explained, but I feel alive there in ways I never dreamed possible before. And it is not the fantasy of some romantic dreamer only, the realist in me knows the difficulty of learning the language, preparing to travel each and every time between two continents with a vast ocean and 8 or 9 hours of time span between them. It is not always the easiest life to construct, but it is the one which feeds and nurtures my soul. Ahhh . . . .

Let Chemarci help to feed and nurture your soul, we'll bring Italy to you! Cheryl