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How to say "I'm High On Life" In Italian!

I got haunted by my own to-do list.
This is an email I meant to send you in August

Now it’s floating back in with a little Halloween mystic energy.

Different season, same magic.
Italy still casts that “high on life” spell.

Your Travel-Sized Italian:
✨ I’m high on life (your real life joy spell)
🇮🇹 Sono fatta di vita (ladies) / Sono fatto di vita (gents)
Say: SOH-noh FAHT-tah dee VEE-tah / SOH-noh FAHT-toh dee VEE-tah

(Quick halloweeny lesson about fatta vs fatto: Witches end with "a" and Wizards end with "o")

You know that golden hour when there’s magic in the air? That’s when my friends and I said it out loud: Sono fatta di vita. I’m high on life.

Travel does that. Colors look brighter. Food tastes richer. The music you listen to becomes the soundtrack of the season. “Its feels so European lol

Saying an Italian phrase like “I’m high on life, sono fatta di vita” locks it into your memory when you’re in Italy. When you actually say it, its like snapping a Polaroid.

Here’s the magic: learning a phrase in Italian can anchor the moment in your body. While you’re there, it deepens the experience. Later, saying it brings the feeling rushing back, like when one song hits and boom - you’re there again.

Saying “I’m high on life, sono fatta di vita” instantly transported me back… like the song Balorda Nostalgia, Italy’s top hit about being haunted by “foolish nostalgia” (aka me dancing at Sanremo DJ nights) ;) Jump in my karaoke car as I emotionally sing this song here....

That’s why it matters to learn a couple of phrases wherever you go. Not to impress anyone, but because words anchor memories. Months later, when you hear Italian again - or say the phrase to the friends you were with on the trip when you send a quick text to tell them you missss them, it’s like unlocking a time capsule of your trip.

That’s exactly what I made my 1-week crash course for tourists to do: 10 bite-sized, travel-ready phrases that double as souvenirs.

Here's a guided meditation to help you access that high on life feeling and help you get into noticing the sensations that help you feel high on life.” 👉 [Cast your own “high on life” energy]

Think of one magic moment when you were high on life. What did you see, hear, taste, feel?

Bonus if you tell me how it felt, or how you want to feel to be “high on life”
(For me, its adventurous, free and like I’m living life to the fullest, but what about you?)

DM @amandaghosh

High on Italian life-magic,

Amanda

Amanda Ghosh

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