In 1983, a pale Annie Hawes and her equally pale sister leave England for the sun-drenched olive groves of a small Italian town in Liguria. With fantasies of handsome men and swimming in the sea urging them on, they sign up to graft roses -- something they know nothing about -- but they figure they can fake it for ten weeks. What they don't count on is falling in love with Italy--and with one old farmhouse in particular.
Although they quickly realize that rugged Liguria is not gentle Tuscany, they cannot resist the charming little town. Annie, who has never wanted to settle down anywhere, doesn't want to leave. How will she find a way to make this old derelict farmhouse her own? What will the Ligurians think about their new neighbor with her strange ways staying on for good?
For everyone who has ever wondered what happens when you fall in love with a certain house, on a certain hill, near a certain village -- Extra Virgin limns Annie Hawes' joyful romance with the enchantingly beautiful Italian Riviera.Read by Miram Margolyes ...Continua
a really humorous and lovely account about how two girls accustomed to the bright lights of the big city decided for a sea change in their lifes, literally.. and found themselves stranded in a Ligurian inland hamlet.
It is funny how here well-known lifestyle differences between English people and Italians are compounded with the peculiarities of Ligurian mores: very little known even to the Milanese who swarm to the Riviera nearest to them every sunny weekend. Just a few miles uphill, and you'll find yourselves in a patriarchal society, not less different from Milan (or London) than remoter regions, like Calabria.
And I can tell, because I live in Milan, and being of partially Ligurian ancestry, know from within the antics of this thrifty people, quite less sociable, but as much more sincere, than their richer, brash neighbours from Milan and Turin.
So we'll read about people amazed and anguished at the pale Albionic beauties daring to swim in the frigid sea in May; perplexed at their trekking on the hillsides, the motivation of which cannot surely be the gorgeous vistas down the olive groves to the sea.. until they understand: it must be to collect wild asparagus, our wild asparagus! and so on and so forth..