It all happend on one of them Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah Days
Bing'd it! As we embarked on our journey, our car was a treasury of essentials and oddities alike: pots and pans for culinary adventures, towels and soap for unexpected spills or swims, cleaning supplies for tidying up our temporary abode, and rugged attire fit for the countryside. The silver Peugeot, a recent acquisition for this very adventure, was filled to the brim. As we set off, Bing Crosby's voice serendipitously filled the air, singing "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day..." It felt like a heralding of good fortunes as we began our voyage. With a playful "Choo choo," Michael and I were off, leaving Berlin behind, heading towards the Italian sun. Our journey to Italy was steeped in a mix of excitement and solemnity. In 2015, after my father's passing, Michael and I unexpectedly found ourselves as the owners of a house in Italy—a bewildering fortune that came with little knowledge of either the house or the Italian l...