A love story

Admittedly, I’ve been away from blogging because It’s summer and there’s so many things to do! I’ve always been a summer child which perhaps explains my many years in the Caribbean. If I didn’t go out of my mind with boredom there I would probably still be sippin’ Pinacoladas at a beach bar somewhere.

But, alas, here I am in Italia! Where life is anything but boring. I’ve eluded in the past about my husband’s house in the country and also waxed on about bats, boars and olive picking. This place is pure heaven on earth for the breathtaking views of the sea, the fresh air, and the magic of being so close to nature. Perhaps in our past lives my husband and I were farmers because we truly bonded over the years stacking wood and pruning trees together.

Everyone has their own fairy tale love story and ours was cemented in those fields of gold in which the olive grove stands. Not, as most would have assumed, on the cruise ship that we worked on in the middle of the Caribbean.

But, as all things must change and evolve, our paradiso in the hills of Portofino is coming to a bitter-sweet end. Since I met my husband he has talked about a massive court case going on after his father passed away. It involved family and a property that has been in the family for almost 100 years.

For the past 12 years my husband and his sister have put their lives on hold in order to “save the family home”. As everything in Italy, it’s complicated. And, in the end, they lost the fight. Family greed and no appreciation for the land has led to a bitter battle and tons of legal costs.

It saddens me that this point has been reached because for the past six years that I have been tending rose bushes and fighting off wild boar, not once have I seen any of these other family members come to the property to enjoy its riches. Not once have they come to spend a weekend and go to sleep hearing the owls in the trees and not once have they harvested the hundreds of olive trees to make enough organic oil for a family of six for three years!

The fact that this house is in Portofino is, in my opinion, nothing but a huge disadvantage only because the area has become so elite that all people see is dollar signs. I have gone from being sad to being angry to back to being sad again. My heart breaks for my husband and his sister. I fell in love under a cherry tree and no one can ever take away that happy memory from me. As my husband and sister will also keep their own happy memories alive forever.

Like his father, my husband has respected the land and harvested its riches. But it’s time to move on and find another farm far far away from greedy relatives and noisy tourists.

The love story will continue in another field of gold and maybe this time we will get a goat to cut all that grass!


About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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1 Response to A love story

  1. Lin Hunnicutt says:

    So sorry to see that the legal fight left you all screwed because I know how much you loved the country home and all of those fresh olives. I am sure you and Eddie will find another country hideaway soon.

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