Study Abroad 2024, Sicily


Ciao ragazzi 👋

I did a thing.

Amid challenging times, I made a bold decision: I left my job. I stepped away from security, growth, and a team I deeply cared for. I voluntarily parted ways, which is a polite way of saying, I’m open to new work opportunities.

I’ve taken this time to focus on something we often overlook and deprioritize: myself. I focused on my mental health, invested in my physical well-being, and fulfilled a long-held dream. I have just returned from a two-week solo trip to Sicily, where I enrolled in an Italian language school to brush up on the vocabulary I had lost since university.

Welcome to Solemar Academy - Lisa Vecchio
Welcome to Solemar Academy – Lisa Vecchio

It was a bit of an ‘Eat Pray Love’ moment or maybe just a midlife crisis, who knows, but admittedly I was scared. The feelings I experienced leading up to it were similar to when I first moved abroad from the US: to London (2003, 2006), then Australia (2011), then back to London (2015).  Apprehension, excitement, and uncertainty about the unknown.

Let me be clear, there are no unlimited funds, and I’m in the midst of a pretty intense job search. Finding purpose and a long-term job in this economic climate won’t be easy, or quick. However, I learned a long time ago that life is worth living and to make the most of these gifts in breaks. Say yes…

So here I am at 40 studying abroad alone. I haven’t formally studied Italian since completing 4 years in high school and 2 semesters in university in 2001. We’re talking over 20 years ago! But it’s summer after all and I committed to making the most of the break, therefore I wanted to be in a place that felt like summer – sun, sea and gelato. Not necessarily holed up in a 2-bedroom apartment in the middle of London with pretty hit-or-miss weather. 

Also, a long-term goal of Jamie and mine is to eventually afford to spend a portion of the year in London, and some of the warmer periods in Sicily. Brushing up on my rusty Italian seemed like a good place to start on making headway toward this future goal.

I started by initially researching language schools anywhere in Italy – Rome, Florence, Bologna and Tropea. But as I thought more about it, and was apprehensive about spending two weeks alone in an unfamiliar city, I turned back to Cefalu to see if there was a local language school. Cefalu is the town I got married in – I know it well and feel safe, I am also friendly with a few locals that I built relationships with over the last few years. And, it’s a beautiful seaside location for me to maximize sunbathing when I’m not studying. I got some feedback about Solemar Academy from a few locals before I enrolled, and stopped by to visit when Jamie and I were there this past June to celebrate our anniversary. It had glowing feedback! I just needed to find the courage to pull the trigger….

Arriving in Cefalu

Arriving by train from Palermo Airport, as soon as I saw the peaks of the Cathedral and the towering mountain known as La Rocca in the distance, I smiled and my heart was at ease. This makes me feel at home. I entered into Cefalu’s old town and immediately sat at a cafe in Piazza Garibaldi. ‘Posso avere un gelato al pistacchio e un caffè, per favore?’ Let’s jump straight in, ice cream and coffee, stat.

Little did I anticipate that I would need to drag my large suitcase up the steep mountainside before arriving at my vacation rental for the next two weeks. It was a sweaty journey in the heat, but perfect, nestled at the base of La Rocca, in a quiet neighbourhood on the fringe of the old and new town, surrounded by the sound of locals chatting away in the evening, baby cats (gattino) sunbathing on the cobblestones, and a view of both the sea and mountain. I couldn’t have asked for more. My emotions came rushing through, I had a little cry of gratitude and then went off into town to get stuck in.

The first stop I made was to Lido Pura Vida. Jamie and I are friendly with the owner Oswaldo, as it’s the beach club where we hosted our post-wedding recovery party. I wanted to say hello to give him a heads-up that I’m alone and will be using his beach fairly regularly over the next two weeks. I treated myself to a cheeky Spritz as the sun was starting to set over the ocean and took it all in. 

Then, I went to Al Gabbiano for a quick bite. It’s one of Jamie and I’s favourite waterfront dining spots. I had a delicious, yet simple calamarata with swordfish dish. As it was my first night, I wanted to get back to the apartment before it got dark out, but not before stopping off at Cefalu Cathedral to give a nod to the big guy. The scaffolding that was up during our wedding ceremony has been taken down and the beautiful mosaic of Christ Pantocrator has been restored to all its glory.

Once home, I was keen to put my feet up, enjoy the cool breeze on my balcony and settle into a good book. I was all ready for my first day of school in the morning. 

Week 1

Monday: My first day of school

Today I met students Kerstin (from Stuttgart) and Sophie (from Paris) when I arrived at Solemar Academy, which is located in the heart of the new town off of Via Roma. We sat outside on the terrace, chatting away over a coffee while discussing in anticipation what our new learning experience would be like, and what led us all to the school and to study Italian. While the others were multilingual, we chose English as a common denominator, mostly for my sake. Before I knew it, I was asked to come into the classroom for a short interview. A bit overwhelmed, I walked into a room with 4 teachers sitting across a long table as if it was set up for a panel interview. Marco started by asking me in Italian, where I was from, when I last studied Italian, what I do for work, etc. I understood the questions being asked, responded in my best broken Italian, and shared that it would be perfectly reasonable if I needed to start back at the most basic level. Simona from Solemar was super encouraging, and after assessing the placement test I submitted in advance and the conversation that just took place, she shared that I would be in level A2 (lower-intermediate). I’d be paired in a small group with Martina (64, Switzerland) and my teacher Alessandro for the first week. 

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After finishing my first lessons today, my brain actually hurt. For nearly 3 hours, from 9-to-12, Alessandro led the session in Italian, and Martina and I did our best to respond and participate. ‘Piano piano’ was Alessandro’s coined phrase, meaning slowly slowly. He was very patient and encouraging. 

Martina has been studying here for 3 weeks and this week is her last. She is much more comfortable than I am, and her pronunciation is more advanced. We discussed that as a result of my native language being English, and not often using some of the facial muscles required – wide open mouth, rolling R’s, this was likely the cause of my struggles. While I can understand a lot of what Alessandro was teaching, albeit would have benefitted from a verb refresher as my 11th grade Italian came rushing back, it was pretty clear my pronunciation is absolutely shit. 

By the end of the session, I was ready for a break. After school, I grabbed a takeaway panino from Foodda, then went directly to Pura Vida to lie in the sun for a few hours. On the way home I went to the grocery store to stock up my fridge and was so exhausted I was early to bed. 

Wednesday: Hump day

After a few days I realized that paying to go to Oswaldo’s Lido every day wasn’t realistic as it was getting expensive, so this afternoon after school I simply took my towel and laid it out directly onto the sand under the ancient old town walls, just as the locals do on ‘spiaggia libera’ (free beach). It was bliss. I even swam twice (which is rare for me) and started reading my second book. Reflecting on how anxious I was to come and be alone it was a relief to recognise that I was doing just fine. Cefalu is comfortable and safe. I reminded myself why I was there – for a rest, a break, a reward, and further encouraged myself to not feel guilty for the nap, or the cannolo… or two. YOLO. In fact, when I finished at the beach I went to eat an arancino too!

Alessandro is a great teacher and so patient. Martina is becoming a friend. I’m already wondering once she leaves at the end of the week how the dynamic of the classroom may change depending on who joins next, and also if I will swap teachers for my second week of classes. 

Last night the school arranged an aperitivo at the local craft beer bar Kalapinta. It was an opportunity for the teachers and students to converse freely (in any language) and have some social time outside the classroom. It was so fun being together (5x teachers & 7x students) just casually chatting over beers, negronis, spritz and stuzzichini (small bites like olives and potato chips).  It was an interesting mix of cultures. In addition to Martina, Kersten and Sophie, I also met Malte (28, Germany), Nizam (19, France), and Hiroko (Japan). I felt really at ease being surrounded by such gifted people. Many shared similar stories of being burnt out from their jobs and just wanting to take a break for themselves. It was relatable. 

After, we all headed to Al Gabbiano (again, I know) for some pizza and pasta. I had one of my favourite Italian dishes ‘pasta con le sarde’ (pasta with sardines). 

Friday: The end of the beginning 

This week has flown by. I got a bit emotional finishing school today having to say goodbye to Martina and Alessandro. Martina has finished her 3 weeks of studies and is heading back to Switzerland where she can freely be a mountain goat, according to her (haha). Alessandro was taking a different group of students on an excursion somewhere else in Sicily so he isn’t my teacher next week. Luckily, the 3 of us and a few others shared a last hoorah meal at one of the best restaurants in Cefalu called B.I.F which specializes in steak and has a great wine cellar. 

Reflecting on the week of Italian lessons, I was proud of how far I’ve come. I learned some new words and even the Italian slang ‘chillare’ – to chill out. I also studied the future tense and brushed up on my verbs. My pronunciation still stuffers but I know I need to put in more practice. I also assumed I’d be ‘living’ more in my apartment before I came to this experience but it turned out the school provided such a haven, each night I had dinner or a few drinks in the square with people from my course. 

I also climbed La Rocca yesterday which is one of my favorite things to do in Cefalu. I was so full of joy and appreciation. Being in my favourite place, taking a mental break, with a lot of gratitude for Jamie and my family for supporting me in jetting off. I’m so grateful for this experience. La dolce vita!

Top of La Rocca, Lisa Vecchio
Top of La Rocca, Lisa Vecchio

Week 2

Monday: Round two begins 

My friend Rachael joined me in Palermo over the weekend. Spending time in the city made me realize how much I love it! We stayed near Capo Market which was perfect for visiting Via Maqueda which is a pedestrian street with loads of restaurants and bars and it’s super safe. I also showed her the trendy neighbourhood of La Kalsa where we watched England play in the Euros. We ended up later that night in Vucciria Market which is a bit crazy but always a fun time and a great vibe.

The next day we explored the shops along Via Emmanuele before heading to Antico Mercato. It’s only open on Sundays for some beautiful antique hunting. It was also my first time at the buzzing and famous Ballaro Market, where the food vendors shout out to tourists and you can eat a variety of street food, from fried fish, fresh fruit, handmade arancini, you name it. It’s a bit overwhelming to the senses and can be a bit crowded but it’s a must-visit for anyone in Palermo. I couldn’t believe I had never been before and I’ll definitely go back. 

Also, today is the start of my second week back at school and I have a new teacher, Davide. I already got to know him while at aperitivo last week and he is also a very kind and patient teacher. My new classmate is called Stanislov (19, Ukraine) and he is a bit shy and less sociable than Martina. Davide took us both for a walk to a local cafe to demonstrate how to order a coffee in Italy – when you order ‘un caffe’ it’s an espresso that you drink while standing at the bar, then pay over the counter when you finish. Remember, no cappuccino after 12!

Thursday: It’s nearly time to go home

Today is my last full day on the beach and I’m already getting sad that my two weeks are coming to an end. Where did the time go? I want to just float here in the ocean longer, admiring how warm and clear the water is. Watching families on their summer break, children and friends laughing and smiling. I know it’s only mid-July but I don’t want summer to end and I’m hearing horror stories about the weather back in London. Starring back at La Rocca and the Cathedral, I remember how this view from the water made Jamie and I fall in love with Cefalu in the first place. I feel so lucky.

I now have new friends. Alessandro, Davide, Giueseppe, Simona and Marco from Solemar Academy. Francesco the estate agent of my rental property. Antonio the owner of Kalapinta. My classmates – a teacher from France, a judge from Germany, a chemist from Czechia, and many others – we’re all here alone, soul searching, prioritizing ourselves. And old friends too… Oswaldo from the beach bar, Valentina my wedding planner, Davide from La Brace and Manu the waitress from the Duomo. I also have had new experiences at restaurants and shops that I had never been to before.  

I was so anxious to come but it’s exactly what I needed. Do I have more clarity on what my next job will be? Not really, but it was nice to not have to stress for a short while and if saying no to opportunities that don’t feel right count, I did that plenty. 

Am I any better at speaking Italian? Not really. In fact, on my last day at Lido Pura Vida, I tried to explain to Oswaldo in my Italian that Rachael would be joining me soon. He laughed and replied, ‘Oh Lisa, e molto brutta!’ – basically my speaking was that bad in his view but I merely replied as Alessandro would, ‘piano piano’. I’m proud of the effort I put in for 3 hours a day over the last two weeks. I feel that little bit closer to my future dual residence vision. 

So what’s next? I’m back in London finalizing some interviews and getting ready to fly to the US to see my family in mid-August. But also, between now and then I have enrolled in an online class with Alessandro, 45 minutes 2x a week for the next 3x weeks. It’s a good start until I hopefully return again to Solemar next year. 

Salemar Academy Completion Certificate - Lisa Vecchio
Salemar Academy Completion Certificate – Lisa Vecchio

Uncovering an England I Never Knew


So what’s it like to be back in London? This loaded question keeps being asked yet I’ve quietly gone about my transition landing in the Big Smoke undetected as if I were a phantom. No Facebook broadcasting, Instagram snapshotting or even blog writing. Gasp. But that doesn’t mean I’m holed up in seclusion exactly.

Because honestly, being back in London simply just feels like home. I feel normal as if I haven’t lived away from the US for close to five years and on the other side of the world gallivanting around the South Pacific.

Strangely, for the first time in all my times moving abroad, I don’t have the overwhelming anxiety and confusion over moving somewhere new. There is no culture shock, which even surprised myself. It’s such a massively refreshing feeling to know where to go and what to do. I know to stand on the right on the escalators, how to weave in and out of chaotic commuter people traffic, which sandwiches at Pret are my favorite and which ready-meal curries to avoid. I was elated last weekend to be even more in my element at Hawker House, a foodie night market with craft beer and hipsters in East London.

Street Feast, Hawker House

Street Feast, Hawker House

I’m heading up a marketing team at a tech start-up in trendy Richmond, and enjoying the fact that after 8.5 years with one company I’ve landed in a role that ticked all my boxes: start-up, newly created position, leadership opportunity, fun culture, technology focused and international. This means I’ll get to travel to see family and friends in New York more regularly and continue to go exploring in Asia and beyond.

I’ve taken the leap as an ‘adult’ to live alone in a one-bedroom flat in my old, posh stomping grounds of Nottinghill. This is the hardest transition of all as I’m used to my social calendar being filled months in advance and friends to dine with all nights of the week. With a long commute and late working hours coupled with my poor cooking skills I’ve decided in such a multi-national city that I should be living with flat mates again to meet people and explore new areas. I’ve landed on Clapham Junction, a middle-class neighborhood south of the river that will get me to work, the city or my friends in East London in about 20 minutes. It’s full of restaurants, nightlife and boutiques and even better, infiltrated with Aussies so I may just feel even more at home once I move at the end of December.

I’m also experiencing a very strange gravitational pull toward France. This happened while visiting Paris again recently in August 2014, and then I fell in love with Bordeaux in July 2015. As I begin to learn more about French wine I find myself planning on how to get to each unique region over time. Only two weeks ago I found myself back in Paris with two Australian friends hopping between arrondissements, sipping wine, eating fondue and waiting in an extremely long line to have my breath taken away at the magnificent view from the top of the Eiffel Tower. I never expected to say that it was so worth it.

In fact, I have a feeling that Paris will substitute what Sydney was for me in Australia; An opportunity to jump over every few months and catch up with an American friend just living the life like a local. We’ll see. For now though, I’m already booked to head over to Lille in January and Lyon to taste the wines of Cotes de Rhone in May.

So as a newly arrived expat I’d only be staying true to form if I devised my ‘must-do’ list or what others would deem as a bucket list. So here it is:

  • Uncover an England I’ve never experienced before
  • Hot-air balloon over Cappadocia, Turkey
  • See the Northern Lights and Fjords in Norway
  • Go to the Blue Lagoon in Iceland
  • Eat dumplings in Hong Kong
  • Drive down the coast of Ireland
  • Eat kimchi in Seoul
  • Learn French/Italian wine
  • Create amazing, lasting friendships
  • See family/friends more regularly
Kalymnos, Greece

Anywhere but Europe


I made a promise to myself when I moved home from London in May 2007. I’m not allowed to return to Europe until I’ve seen more of the world that frankly, isn’t Europe.

I broke that promise in 2008 went I went for one last trip over to Greece but it was also the first time I stepped foot on Asian soil while briefly on the Turkish island called Bodrum, so I figure technically it was okay.

The following year I went to Thailand. That was my first Southeast Asian experience complete with Full Moon parties on the beach, $5 massages and picturesque long tail boat rides. It tore at my soul when I spoke to the bazillionth backpacker we met and realized I wasn’t doing the typical Southeast Asian backpacker circuit. Up until that point though, I didn’t even know it was a thing. I had no idea that Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Indonesia, Vietnam – these are the playground for mid twenty somethings who had saved up all their money at a real job to spend it all on a 6 month adventure having no job. I had 10 days. Hello Thailand, good-bye Asia.

In 2010 I ventured to Australia for the first time. I didn’t even want to. Australia felt safe to me, and easy. Almost as easy as just going back to London. Somewhere that I knew at some point in my life I’d go and wasn’t sure if it needed to be now. But, my travel buddy friend was going, so it was go or go somewhere else alone and at that point in my life I was too intimidated to travel solo. In that short trip though I unexpectatdly fell in love with Sydney nightlife and Queensland weather. I knew it was the right next step for me so less than a year later I moved to Australia and have been here for almost 3 years since.

In that time, the 7 years since I left London, I have declined offers of weddings in Tuscany and festivals in Sweden. But to make up for it I stayed true to my vow, and maybe even a little off course, to only travel on this side of the world. That has allowed me to adventure across Australia, to New Zealand and back on multiple occasions, as well as Japan, Vietnam, Fiji, South Africa, and soon to be Bali and the Gili Islands of Indonesia.

But despite all the places the world can take you to my heart sometimes just yearns for Europe. It aches for the dark pubs of London and those tempting english accents, as well as for the vineyards in France, the warehouse parties of Berlin and the beers of Antwerp.

I bit the bullet and said screw my rule; the world is small enough to not have to make geographic limitations. This August I’m offically going back to Europe!