Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Moving here

because the weather is better.

and, believe it or not, it's a lot cheaper.

I'm going to be able to cut my living expenses in half.


I guess the scenery's free.

I've been puzzling over what to do about expenses since I got here. As well, another year of the wretched local hovel parish church, the polyester vestments and lycra sermons, the clapping and hugging...well. Let's just say I was looking at Manchester with envious eyes.

Manchester. Yeah.

I'd despaired of getting an affordable place in Rome and while I knew that lots of impoverished students lived in 'Nella, I just couldn't figure out how one went about finding a place to live there. I had been poking desultorily around the net but had only found appartamenti vacanze, to the tune of €500 a week. I was beginning to wonder if people actually lived in Lazio or if they only vacationed there.

Then I finally wised up the other night and used Google translator to do searches in Italian. I learned all sorts of interesting Italian words, like solo affitti case Santa Marinella affitto da privati e appartamenti Santa Marinella ... and Lo! all the ordinary rentals appeared out of thin air (or whatever the internet is made of).

I did a little number crunching and figure that it is going to cost me half of what I am spending now.


Sooooo, thanks Gordon Brown for the great Council Taxes and absurd rents. It's been great. But you know, considering the crap summer, the getting-dark-by-three-pm-in-November thing, the national ID cards, the CCTV, the data-losing and your let's-put-all-the-Christians-in-camps MPs ... I'm thinking a year or two on the beach is going to do me a lot of good.

And there's not a lot of Bernini, Caravaggio, and Michelangelo lying around Mancs.

My future living room

the neighbours

Party with the Queen on the beach

pointy trees

the late show

I've just had a note from the nice lady who is helping me find a place, and there's a hot one, with a big terrace. Say a prayer we can nail it down. At the moment, I've got a flight booked to Fiumicino for Oct 24th, but no where to put my suitcase once I'm there. I hate doing things backwards and the whole thing is making me very nervous.

I hate change.

(you wouldn't know it from my habits, though, I suppose.)


Anonymous said...


Stop wasting time bouncing about and get thee to a nunnery.

~ Belloc

Hilary Jane Margaret White said...

I only take personal advice from people who manfully own up to it and identify themselves in the commbox, as is required by the site rules.

In fact, I don't take personal advice even then, but it's still the rules.

Do not annoy.

Anonymous said...

Annoy? Heaven forfend!

The name on the baptismal certificate would be "Jon."

If "Jon" is more manful and less anonymous than "Belloc," (who was pretty darn manful and not at all anonymous) well, I'm left scratching my head.

But I like you anyway, even if you don't like my very good advice.

~ Jon

Anonymous said...

I'll pray that all your arrangements work out well with minimal stress.

J D Carriere said...

Change is evil. That's why you hate it. The solution is Never To Change Any Thing.

And it's a good solution too.

Do they even have tea in Italy? And I understand the place is positively overrun with Italians. It's too awful to contemplate.

I'll never understand you, Miss White.

Anonymous said...

Well, Mr. Carriere,

it certainly has its drawbacks. But you can get tea there, and in the time I have spent thus far, one really does not have to consort with too many Italians.

And they have the sea there. Just like I remember it from back home.

O! the sea, the sea!

Anonymous said...

What about the Horrid Yellow Thing in the sky? He appears more down there...


Anonymous said...

I know, that's why the god Greyroof gave us his mystical presence in the umbrella to be ever with us.

DP said...

Yes, but even with an umbrella, abnormal exposure to the Bright Face (we hates it!) can start having strange effects on one's mood.

LOLcats become consistently funny--or funneh. You find that more often you prefer wine to beer. And you'll even start thinking charitable thoughts about Cardinal Kasper. Have you thought this through all the way?

At a minimum, make regular visits to Tuscany, a/k/a "Chiantishire." The expats will help provide some needed connection to Ol' Cloudy.

J D Carriere said...

Not "too many Italians" she says!

Is that like, not "too many shootings" in Parkdale? Or is it prostitutes? I never know if the singularly germane fact of Parkdale is the shooting or the hookers.

Anyway, all that gold and sweat, isn't consorting with even some Italians quite enough to put you off your biscuits?

The one thing about Italians I find so interesting is their women. Somehow, around the age of thirty-two their supple olive skin, flowing hair, and tantalizing eyes are traded in for a shapeless ankle-length black dress, matching hose, and a mustache; their lithe arms and shapely legs replaced with stumpy limbs suited mainly to stirring spaghetti and wearing sensible shoes.

Anonymous said...

This comes as a grand surprise, especially for one with such an Anglo name, and who has heretofore been so distinctly English.

What right do I have to complain? Good luck, Hilary, and make sure to tell us all about it!

Anonymous said...

From the pics and stories you've been posting, sounds like a blast! Winnie coming along?

Anonymous said...

My Italian uncle and aunt have a house in Santa Marinella. It's a lovely place, although I'm not sure I'd want to live there all the time; it's quite touristy. I have no recollection of what Mass was like, but I would be surprised if the liturgical situation is strikingly different to the UK average.