Fridays are for Nanny's Villa, but Sunday will do...

So, we're a little off on Nanny's villa- (perhaps also known as scary Italian houses?) This little gem is tucked into the corner here in darling Campagna. When you fix it up and settle in, you too can stick out like a sore thumb. They will know you're American if 1.) you wear any color other than black, 2.) you smile and say hello to people, 3.) you take your dog for a walk, 4.) you drive the speed limit or slower and you stop at stop signs, 5.) you don't live with your mother....so, good luck with that : )

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nanny said…

This one is perfect in so many ways, but......lacking the charm of the first villa. However, with enough euro it could become the villa of my dreams. Have you noticed any (tall) Italian men whose mothers have died? I may need one to go with the villa. Can't hurt to look. Ciao!

April 22, 2007 at 2:30 PM

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