Whenever I travel, I like to play a game in my head called “Could We Live Here?”
The rules are simple: pay attention to the people and place, examine houses closely, and walk by the window of an estate agency to check on prices.
The game is now a part of my normal travel process and I play it constantly.
Lilongwe, Malawi: An easy no. Too quiet, even though I am a quiet person.
Procida, Italy: For a few months a year. We would soon be itching to explore more than the tiny confines of the island, though the cuteness and fresh seafood would keep us more than happy for awhile.
Berlin, Germany: Probably not. Lots of cool happenings, but also cold. So cold.
Palermo, Sicily: Yes. Yes. Yes.
Preferably, we would buy a small flat that overlooked a church, just like the airbnb we stayed in.
On hot summer mornings, I would walk down each day to order a granita for breakfast.
I would do all my shopping at the market.
Expertly dodging motorini.
And stocking up on tomatoes.
I would stop to pet the neighborhood pony.
And stop into church.
I would savor long lunches.
And drink in the city every day.
Take me back, please.