Our Dream Of Our Life In Italy

Why We’re Dreaming of Italy

There’s a little town in Abruzzo with our name on it — or at least that’s the dream.

We’re not quite there yet, but we’re learning the language, saving little by little, and turning the dream into a plan.

Why Italy?

It’s the slow mornings with good coffee and no rush.
The rhythm of life that lets you pause, breathe, and savour
the beauty in ordinary things — terracotta rooftops, olive trees, the sound of church bells echoing in the hills.
It’s the language that sings and the food that comforts.
The simplicity, the community, the tradition — all woven into a slower, deeper way of living.

I don’t want just a holiday escape. I want a rooted life.
One where days are meaningful, where seasons shape the pace, and where joy is found in the little things — a home-cooked meal, a walk through the market, a glass on vino in a small Vineria in the piazza

I want to build a life that feels intentional —
not rushed or loud, but rich in the things that truly matter.


And that’s the life we are saving for.