During the tough Berlusconi's era many young people decided to leave the mother country to try their luck and make some fortune.
When I moved to Ireland it was August, 30 degrees in Rome, surely less than 10 in Dublin: a shock for a person from Sardinia used to suffocating summers.
The first thing I remember about my first day in Dublin happened at the airport: I was getting in the taxi on the driver's side.
This was just my first experience with "driving on the wrong side", it took me a while to get used.
After this, the weather. Too rainy, a bit too cold, definitely changeable, in one day you can have the four seasons.
Well here, with crazy weather and wrong driving sides, my adventure began.