Those of you who have been following the saga of Godzillavilla will have noticed a lengthy silence on my part, ever since I went to Nova Scotia instead of Italy for my July holidays this year. It’s taken me all this time to figure out what to do, and say, next.

I went to Nova Scotia because that’s as far as my money would take me. Like many others in the world at the moment, our family is feeling extremely pinched and we’ve been thinking hard about what merits our spending and what doesn’t, since we can’t (alas) have it all. While I was down East, I realized two big things:

1. We can’t afford to complete the villa in Italy without making all kinds of sacrifices that are actually not worth it to us.

2. Thankfully for my emotional self, I dscovered that many of the things I cherish most about our bit of paradise in Italy can be found in places more accessible and less costly for us. Like Nova Scotia. Who would have thought.

I have spent so many years investing in the dream of completing Godzillavilla that the question of whether or not I should be doing so was one I kept pushing off to the side, like the irritation of a gnat while engrossed in a great book. It was a big, wonderful, romantic dream and I loved being in it.


Not every dream can be realized. I’ve managed to make a lot of mine come true, but this isn’t going to be one of them. Like the song says, you have to know when to fold. Still, I had a great time while I was in the dream. It was worth every bit of the effort, time, energy, love and, yes, money that went into it.

I still love Italy, but I don’t need a house there to interact with it. I still love Godzillvilla, but I don’t need to own it any longer. Thanks for the memories, my lovely monster. May someone else get as much joy from you as I have.

Rivolgersi a for more information, or send me a note. If anyone is interested but a little wobbly about taking on the project management, I can help.