Longing for a few warm and sunny months

Once in a while there is a moment in life that makes me regrettmy mother didn’t fall in love with a gorgeous Italian guy instead of my father. I hear you thinking why is that. Now just look out of the window- (at this moment when I’m writing) it looks outside as if someone has pushed the wrong button and pushed us back to November. So in the ideal world: my father was Italian and I grew up in a nice sunny Italian village and of course; I still live there. Imagine, every morning waking up with the sound of the sea, and the rising sun in your face. Having breakfast and your first coffee on the terrace outside. I think when your day starts like this, all chance on stress related diseases will be reduced to zero.  Yep, dream on girl, I’m stuck here in the Netherlands with all the seasons in one day. For now my hopes are on the future, to live somewhere in Spain as soon as my working days are over. Or at least, to stay there from October to March. First of all, we must see that we get that age in good health and then we can see what is still possible for us.