Yesterday night I flew back to The Netherlands from my (first bunch of) holidays, finding (expectedly) the typical, so too typical, dutch rain and (pretty much less expectedly) a oustandingly hot temperature but far more humid than the weather I just left: I’ve been in fact to the best place ever to have vacation, guess where…Italy of course 
And particularly I enjoyed Ponza, a wonderful island between Roma and Napoli, in the so called Pontine islands. Special time, relaxing time, during which I realized what was probably inconsciously already motivating my last years decisions to expatriate from Italy and work in Holland, and that is:
Italy is the country of your (or my) dreams when it comes to holiday, relax, well being, easy life, good food and emotions; wherever you go you will find sociality and nature, fun and good mood no matter what.
Holland is instead the ideal place to work, to do your (or my) business in the most optimized possible way, offering a noticeably positive balance between quality of life and quality of work, and a wage/tax conditions people of my same age/education in Italy can only dream about.
But warning: don’t let homesickness gets you mistaken, don’t think that you miss Italy 100% until you come back there and just gave a fast glance at what’s going on down there, the sad staticity so well depicted by the Ecomonist (not exactly one of those “communist” newspaper Berlusconi keep on threatening Italians about) and in general the stressed (because money is running out) but still boastful country in which people keep opening mortgages to go on vacation, almost at the point not to eat to save money to show out a little bit.
“Not too bright folks, not too @$%#!ng bright”
(just to quote a genius men called George Carlin, recently passed away, as he would have hated to say he was dead 
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So I realized that until things don’t change, Holland or any other real country (sadly under too many POVs) is the only solution to have a rewarding fair career which does not overburn you, that maks you feel capable of moving, of evolving.
But then as soon as I can have holidays, well, then no comparison is possible: sun, seaside, culture, landscape variety (can’t stand anymore flat low land ), colors, food, family, friends, mood, empathy and too many other things make Italy the place where I really would like to be.
To everything there’s a season, said someone in the past. And I probably found it out now.
