Basiglio, we’re coming for you!
June 5. Its moving day. For real.
Abby and I both are wide awake at 6 a.m., and I’m disappointed not to sleep in more. We watch a movie in bed, I go to check on Ben who finally slept – and he is waking up- proclaiming he feels great!
I try to get him to drink the HUGE gatorade and crackers that Chris went to find late last night, but he says he doesn’t like orange gatorade and is afraid to eat just yet. He sips water.
We finish our movie, shower (with our fancy color therapy shower), and wake Chris up- we must make it downstairs to get some of Fabrizio’s wonderful cappuccinos and eat before they close breakfast at 10 a.m.
The dogs are arriving today, they spent the night in Frankfurt at the Animal Lounge. I try to imagine what they thought of the long flight and hope that kind dog loving people met them on the other end.
I also wonder what the Animal Lounge is really like? I thought I would be more worried about them but realize I must have done all my worrying the past 6 months. Once we left home and there was no turning back, I was able to let go of my fears and know we did our best to get them safely to Italy.
I am actually quite relieved that we had the evening with just us last night at the hotel, especially in hindsight with Ben getting sick. It would have been just too much to have had the dogs arrive too.
We pack up and head to pick up the 2nd car and then head to our new house- I am excited and anxious to finally lay eyes on it- but have a few butterflies at the thought of driving in Italy my first time, while still feeling groggy and hungover from our long day yesterday.
Abby rides with Chris in the silver Mazda that will be mine, Ben rides with me in Chris’s red Nissan. Chris suggests I drive his car since I am a bit nervous driving and because it is an automatic. I grew up driving stick shift and still do whenever I drive Chris’s truck at home- but I agree with him. It will be one less stress as we make our way on the ring road around Milan down to our house in Basiglio.
Ben chatters the whole trip down. He tells me he is so happy to be feeling good today, and that he does not want to repeat that ever. He is sad he missed out on the first night in Italy, and I tell him it’s ok, tonight is our first night in our new house and that’s the one that matters anyway. He agrees.
As we drive, he also tells me this is not at all what he thought Italy would look like, and he sees now what I meant about my first impressions of the outskirts of Milan. Not my favorite. I reassure him that he will love Basiglio and that it feels more like a little Italian village than the metropolis of Milan.
Once in the vicinity of Basiglio I know exactly where to go, from our 2 trips here the last few months. Even though I have not been to the house, I know where it is from photos and remember walking down that street and can picture it.
We park and go in the gate and Abby and Chris show us around. It is so lovely. I am immediately saying a prayer of thanks- it looks even better than the photos Chris brought home with him.
I’m thrilled with the kitchen (a big deal to me) the living room, and the bedrooms are all roomy and we have an extra for a guest room/office/art room.
I can barely wrap my mind around the fact that we are in Italy, that this is our house for the next few years and am still looking at each room, detail by detail when the large van pulls up with the dogs.
The men are so kind, and greet us in Italian and we do our best to greet them as well. They get the dogs out of their crates and bring them into the yard. I was envisioning the dogs being thrilled to see us, especially Murray- thought they would be glued to our side.
But like us, they are overloaded with all the activity of the past few days and run gleefully through the yard sniffing every inch. I am so relieved they are there, and safe and don’t look too stressed. We squeeze and pat and love them up and then they collapse on the cool tile floor for a nap.
We unpack a bit, deciding who will have which room. It feels like we are on vacation, and are picking where we’ll sleep for the week. Except we’re not, we will be living here, and it feels odd to me that I don’t know ahead of time who will sleep where.
Ben chooses the room overlooking the pool and side yard. He likes the desk and likes that there are 2 windows. Abby picks the largest of the bedrooms rooms on the 1st floor. (which we had discussed before) It is like a suite, with a balcony looking out over the inner courtyard of houses, and has its own bathroom. Perfect for a teenage girl.
Abby and I decide we should get some starter supplies, and head into Rozzano to the grocery store I know is there. We get dish soap, toilet paper, paper towels. Fruit and salad stuff, bread, jam and nutella.
I manage to pay and bag my groceries, remembering you have to purchase bags if you don’t bring your own. I buy 3 to carry our supplies. We return home exhausted, even though we haven’t actually done much today.
Chris and Abby walk down the block to Pizzeria Desiderio and come back 10 minutes later with pizza for everyone. We toast each other and the adventure ahead, and eat out on the patio.
The church bells chime across the street and it is picture perfect. We wonder how often the church bells ring? We have been so busy we haven’t really noticed. The pizza was delicious. Ben has decided he will try eating tonight and says it’s the best pizza he’s ever had.
After we get everyone settled, Chris and I talk into the night about the trip and how we still cannot believe we are here. We finally fall asleep, until the church bells wake us up. Every 30 minutes…