As an expat, however, things are a little different. Since we arrived in Italy (nearly four years ago now!) we’ve always tried to “make the most of it” and do stuff. Because the flat we were renting felt a little too empty, a little too lonely, at least at first. Because we know are very likely to move on eventually. Because, though we may not be in picturesque Tuscany, Italy really is as beautiful as they say. Because the trains are just so cheap and reliable when you’re used to the horrors of British public transport. Because, most of all, exploring the unknown without any sort of agenda other than “let’s see what fascinatingly Italian stuff we can find” is the greatest perk of being an expat.
And so it was on Sunday, while the summer warmth gave its last hurrah, that we hopped on a train to Monza Park.
To the Bean:
A great big park with walnuts and leaves and (BIG) sticks.
Respite from the city, a little sun on our backs, a first glimpse of the colours of autumn.
A thoroughly fun afternoon rounded off with the treatiest of treats, ice cream.
A very cultural afternoon at the Villa Reale…
Okay fine - we skipped the exhibits and headed straight down to the bar for ice cream.
But isn’t it the most stylish and Italian of bars?!