The scenario is that you love what the country brings you, but you’re longing for family, friends and where your ‘safe-base’ is. You may find yourself noticing the recognisable nostalgia time after time. This time, you decide it’s time to ‘rip the plaster off’ and make something of it in your motherland. You know the desire to return will hover over you when you land on English turf (known by Italians as prato inglese), the desire to see the otherside of your mind, heart and being. Sounds rather dramatic written like that, but it isn’t. Having experienced another place that you call your second home, alternative pad, extra abode, it is something so marvellously beautiful, yet confusing.
For me, my second home is Italy. One that offers me such comfort; Whether it be sitting in a bar reading and letting the world pass me by, admiring the beautiful architecture in the beautifully quadrilateral squares and streams of streets. All looking identical, but individual at the same time. Perhaps it’s even waking up on Sunday morning and having the ‘DFN’ way of life rule your being. “What is this DFN?” You ask, for those of you who live either in or out of Italy. To put the record straight, I learnt this from a special one a month or so ago. I had never heard it referred to as such, but only said wholly: ‘Dolce far niente.’ Loosely translated as ‘the sweetness/beauty of doing nothing.’ It really does take over your Sundays. Days for that matter. However, it’s not such a problematic situation when DFN does take over. It only becomes one when you’re away from Bella Italia and you seem slightly bone idle for not lifting a finger or communicating clearly for half-a-day.
Coffee has taken over my life a little as I long for the taste of Italy. Which, no matter how hard we strive to create this in the UK, it just won’t be equalled. Never. Not in a month of Sundays, nevermind DFN Sundays. In the next week, I will order myself a bottle of Cocchi Vermouth (my favourite liquor from Turin). This is good news as I have started preempting the nostalgia… Hoping it will tide me over until holiday time; the Vermouth, that is.
For now, I will continue to long for the routine of having a cappuccino and brioche. As well as a latte macchiato after pranzo and some mouthwatering pizza, pasta, vegetables and salads. Salads sound rather bland you say, but the Italians sure know how to make a salad enticing. As well as love for that matter. We won’t get into that though. Not in this blog anyway. It’s almost bedtime and I am laid here in perfumed bubbles listening to Mina and Celentano (two of my favourite Italian singers). Not helping matters. No, I am not talking on a romance front, but on a recognisable nostalgic level…
Please share your thoughts on how you have managed to reintegrate into your society, when you suffer from SHS (Second Home Syndrome) as I like to call it.