How I Ended Up In The Heel of Italy

Almost three years ago I was living in D.C. struggling to pay bills and going greatly in debt trying to afford my college payments. I was studying art history and International relations and I LOVED it, yet for some insane reason the US makes affording college/university more
difficult than I imagine it would be to successfully rob a bank (notthat I have, if I had I probably would have been able to afford my degree).
I was a very good girl, I worked extremely hard and balanced an internship, two jobs, and a full class load in the honors college.
I kept good grades to keep my scholarships but after a year and a half I still wasn’t making enough. So during my sophomore year I dropped out. I did the math, I could go hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, which with a job in the arts field could take twenty some years to pay off, or I could take a break and just worked until I had more saved. My dream had always  been to travel if I was so in debt I would never feel capable of doing so. So then I quit, and it couldn’t have gone better from that day on.

I decided to au pair (nanny abroad). That way I could live in the art I unfortunately would not be getting a degree in and learn a new language. So, I applied to an agency and in one week I had an offer and in another three I had moved to Fasano, Italy. Where is Fasano? You may ask. It’s in Puglia which is kind of Italy’s equivalent to Alabama. The people talk funny and there is not much to do except work on the farm which in this case would be an olive grove. I moved in the first week of February 2014, it was full-on intense culture shock, but if it was not for this experience I would have never been able to speak another language, would have never learned to cook at least edible foods, I would have never grown to be as open-minded as I am today, but most importantly, I would have never met my husband, Lorenzo.  I am so grateful for how things have turned out, it hasn’t all been easy but it has been amazing.  I cannot express how lucky I feel.





  1. silverio cortese

    December 13, 2016 at 4:51 AM

    i think you did the best thing to move to italy,i live in nj ,i cane in usa in 1965.i am ready to start a new life in italy,best whishes

    1. wp_7681248

      December 16, 2016 at 4:40 PM

      It was a really great decision for me!

  2. chloe

    December 17, 2016 at 8:34 PM

    Hi! My name is Chloe, I am an Australian living in Rome, I just moved here two weeks ago! I found your blog through one of the expat websites on Facebook. It would be awesome to connect somehow.. I am looking to meet some new people makes some new friends and I am also in the process of setting up my own blog! Anyway – find me on Facebook if you want 🙂 chloeitalia
    And goodluck in your adventures 🙂

  3. Tiffany McGoff

    February 28, 2017 at 10:24 PM

    I LOVE your story!!!!! Thank you for being so brave! I need to go on vacation and want to go to the almafi coast, would you travel alone there?

    1. Abigail

      March 1, 2017 at 9:53 AM

      Hey TIffany thanks for commenting!! I love solo traveling, and would go anywhere in Italy alone. It’s just important to be careful regardless. Perhaps Emily, Chloe and I can work on writing some tips on safety tip for solo female travelers. Southern Italy is beautiful you would LOVE it!

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