Three months in the Italian Alps makes an idyllic holiday.


After a typical tour of Italy, Noor heads north to spend a nice, quiet winter with her Grandma. It's going to be great. She'll go for walks and enjoy the fresh mountain air, read by the wood-burning stove and under no circumstances use the chamber pot under the bed.


At least, that was the plan.


She didn't plan on running out of money. Or riding on the back of a bicycle, in traffic, with no helmet on. Oh, and there was that one time a giant pig tried to force his way into the kitchen.
And there's so much she's forgotten about her childhood in Italy - like how the water freezer in the pipes, how cold it is using the outdoor toilet and how the Church bells ring every hour of the day and night. But, it's all part of the fun when you're living in a five hundred year old house in a mountain village.


Between day trips to ancient festivals, exploring neighbouring cities and being smuggled into her friend's school, Noor will need a holiday to recover from her holiday.


This is a light-hearted and amusing memoir of an expat's return to Italy. If you enjoy travel tales about family and friends, local festivals and foods, then grab your copy today