Showing posts with label Language Course. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Language Course. Show all posts

Monday, March 16, 2015

Travel Planning

In six months, one of my sisters and I will travel to the UK and then on to Italy. Our trip has already been 3 months in the planning, which can be almost as exciting as the travel itself! Lindy lives a 3 hour drive away from me but with the advantage of email, we can ‘discuss’ our options and agree on plans. The internet makes it all so easy; our air travel is booked and paid for and we’re now onto the stage of researching a hire car in the UK and accommodation in both countries.

In 2006-2007 I spent 3 months in the UK, researching our family history. That took me through Wales to Ireland and back to Scotland. I stayed for a month in a cottage attached to a farm in Lancashire (pictured below) and then taught English at a summer school in Chester.



In 1996 I had spent 2 weeks in Italy (part of a 2 month backpacking trip through Europe) and loved it so much that I had always wanted to go back. So I flew from the UK in 2007 to Italy, where I lived with an Italian family in a medieval village in Tuscany for a month’s intensive language course, which included the culture and food. The photo below the one of the school door plate is of me learning to cook Italian style!




I followed this up with another month living in a little cottage attached to a large villa, surrounded by olive groves and acres of grape vines. 



I ended my 3-month long Italian holiday with a 4 week stay in a little apartment in Florence. It was at the top of the building, a total of 50 stairs to climb, but worth it for the view of the famous red roofs.


I was withing walking distance of everything I wanted to see and do, and I soaked up the art and the history. I took buses (and sometimes the train) to other places. I spent days in the Boboli Gardens and still didn't see it all.




A year or so later, I returned to Italy. On that visit, I stayed with a young couple I met on the internet (she wanted to learn English and I wanted to improve my Italian) in their home in a little village outside Bologna. I lived with them as one of the family, met their extended family and friends, and saw life as an Italian as opposed to a tourist.

Since the late 1990s, all of my travels have been researched by me, using the internet. I pay for everything possible before I leave Australia, and – touch wood – I have never had any problems. This blog will follow us as we plan and then as we travel.