Regular readers of this blog (hello, you two!) will have noticed a radical dropping-off in the number of posts. There are a handful of reasons for this, one of which, anyway, I will share. It’s been five years now since Expatriate made her inaugural foray into the blogosphere, and it’s been loads of fun. The premise of this blog was to explore the differences between life in the U.S. and life (albeit seen through an immigrant’s eyes) in Italy. Knowing that the blog was waiting for my every observation has kept my eyes open and my brain engaged in parsing the various approaches to aspects of daily living in both places. This could go on forever!
The truth is, though, that I no longer see life in Italy with the fresh eyes of five years ago. I’m not bored by any means, but the things that used to raise a Wow! reaction have now become part of the landscape, something so familiar that I rarely notice any more, unless a guest has brought over her fresh eyes and I get to see/say Wow! vicariously. Two examples will give ample illustration of my point. Our little town, San Maurizio di Monti, had its annual Sgabai fest this weekend. I have written about this already, and am not sure that simply re-doing what’s already been done will be of much interest to you or to me. Similarly, a recent day-trip with friends to Lucca was eye-popping and wonderful, as always – but do you (or I) really need another gee-whiz blog about Lucca? Google ‘Lucca Blog’ and you, like me, will get 3,800,000 results. I’m not sure the 3,800,001st would be of much interest or value. I can hear you both saying, ‘but Farfalle, you see things with your eyes, and see and write with a point of view that may be slightly different from other people’s.’ Well yes, but I’ve decided now to focus more on the Seeing with Eyes part of that sentiment and perhaps do a little less with words.
What I have learned through doing this blog is that while details of life in Italy and the U.S. may differ (sometimes radically), the business of life is much the same: people going about their daily business trying to be successful, happy, raise families, celebrate, eat – what everyone the world over does. For that reason I have put off writing about the bureaucracy of getting yet another Permesso di Soggiorno that allows me to stay legally in the country. Is it so very different from the kinds of bureaucracy that exist in the U.S. for immigrants? Not really. It’s perhaps slightly more complex, and the uniforms of the various functionaries are more interesting, but it all comes down to getting a document, which frankly is just not that interesting. (Besides, I’ve already written about it.)
What also has struck me over these years is that while we are all going about basically the same kind of business, the way it all looks is very different. The parade marking Rapallo’s attainment of a Captaincy has quite a different look from the Memorial Day parade in Harwinton, Connecticut (next door to where we used to live!), and yet they are both parades celebrating a political/historical event. Do we really need more photographs, any more than we need another blog post about Lucca? You may not agree, but I think we do; I hope we do. We need more photographs of Rapallo, of her citizens, dogs, cats, ducks, pigeons, cars; we need more photographs of San Maurizio di Monti and yes, we even need more photographs of much-photographed Lucca, because what my camera sees is not at all what your camera might see, and it’s all interesting (at least to me; but then I like to look at other people’s vacation and family photographs, too). So Expatriate will be posting more photographs and fewer expositions on How Things Are Different Here, though there will still be a bit of that when the need arises.
It turns out our similarities are greater than our differences. I hope you’ll find this new focus interesting and fun – I plan to.

Okay I will admit that I’m half with you on this one — posts ARE important, especially when the person writing them describes a place in a way other than “well today we went to this old church and saw a lot of cool frescoes and a lot of old statues…” There’s a difference between a couple of paragraphs written by someone who actually lives here (part-time too) and someone who has never been to Italy and simply wants to record where they’ve been and what they’ve seen. On the other hand….if you find that your creative outlet is best expressed in photographs, then by all means go for it!
I definitely don’t see things the same way I did 10 years ago, but I still get the occasional surprise at how different living here is. And I’m-a-nevah-go-back to Hawaii!
Having said I was switching to photos I then wrote a long post about Speedy’s Tandoor. Oh well. You’re right – there still are occasional surprises even after living here a decade, but they are ever fewer for me (maybe I’m just getting old). And I really feel like we see more interesting looking people here than, say, in Phoenix. Hawaii – I adored a two-week there a few years ago, but I’m not sure I’d want to live there either – it’s so far away (and expensive!) – but oh, how beautiful it is.
“Fresh eyes” is a good way to describe it. I always look forward to reading your posts and feared, like many others, that you’d discontinued your blog. Glad to know that I’m wrong.
I love reading your “Best Thing We Ate This Week” posts and hope that you might consider resurrecting this topic. If pushed, I would be unable to answer this question because we enjoyed a 6 course tasting menu on Saturday night with each successive course being better than the previous one. Try as we did, not one of the four of us could name a favorite or ‘best’. As far as problems go, this is a very nice one to have.
Your Best Meal of the Week sounds amazing. I hope the portions weren’t too large or you might not have had room for dessert! A lot of Best Things We Eat Each Week are already noted in the recipe section, but recent events suggest there may be some new ones soon… stay tuned.
Your photos are stunning and I look forward to enjoying them. But keep some words too please – you are an excellent writer!
No worries – I’ve got 2 ‘buns in the oven.’ They might take a while, though.
As we all know, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. I look forward to seeing glimpses of your world with your eyes.
I look forward to seeing your gorgeous photos.
Debra, coming from you that is praise indeed – thank you, and thanks for sticking with me.
I was like all of the others worrying about this being your farewell post. Glad to hear you will be here and looking forward to your future posts
Thank you Gilla; I’m not ready yet for farewells!
Phew! I’m with Diana. I was afraid that this was your farewell address! As beautiful as your prose is, your camera always speaks eloquently for you too. More photos and fewer words will be different, but still all reflective of the inimitable Louisa and her relationship with Italy. Baci e abbracci!
And Baci e abbracci anche a te, cara Hilary. Devi tornare subito in bell’italia!
As I was reading, I was scared you were going to say you were discontinuing the blog altogether! So glad it is just a change in focus, and I look forward to your wonderful photos. You have a wonderful eye, so whether you describe your vision in words or photos, I love sharing the experience. Keep up the good work! Diana
Oh Diana, you say the nicest things. Thank you… I just felt I was running dry but I didn’t want to quit. Completely. ha.
To quote a trite and much overused phrase…A picture is worth a thousand words. I’m looking forward to seeing Rapallo through your eyes.
Thanks!
Well, I think that sounds like a great new direction to take. I’ve been here long enough that I too no longer notice the differences the way I once did, and they’ve become less interesting to me in most cases. (There are some exceptions.) But the different perspectives of people who experience these things, that’s something that I think will always be interesting to me. I love the new look too.
Thank you! I like the new look too – much cleaner. Do you find too, though, that when friends come you suddenly see things with new, fresh eyes?
My initial thought was that I didn’t think so, but now I remember that when a couple of old friends and their son visited last summer they made me aware of some things that I didn’t notice anymore because I had so thoroughly accepted them as the way things are that it was as though I had forgotten that they could be otherwise. (What an awfully long sentence, I hope it makes sense.)