It finally just happened.  After a kind of regular american life of marriage, children, jobs, college tuitions, weddings, parental caregiving and all the life that went on in between, we did something we had wanted to do right from the start….we moved to Italy.
Not just any old part of Italy.   We moved to Florence.
It was supposed to be for a year, maybe two.  Right.
Twelve years later, here we are still hanging out in the same back yard.  But what a back yard it is.

There’s a lot of back story here as you can imagine, but the real story is that Florence is the kind of place you can fall in love with if you give it half a chance.  We are Connecticut yankees by birth but Florence has become our adopted home and I’m going to blog, blog, blog about all the wonderful things we found here….the things that kept us here and continue to surprise and delight us.