The longer version.

I'm Nattiel. We left Denver after a few years that took more from our family than I know how to write down, and started over in Tuscany.

We lost one of our twins at twenty six weeks, in the middle of COVID. Not long after, I sat with my dad while he died of alcoholism, and I was there for his last breath. Grief rearranged what I was willing to spend my life on. What we had otherwise was a life that looked fine from the outside: work, come home, do it again, most of the money going to health insurance and childcare, and lonely the whole way through. So we sold the business and bought ourselves the freedom to go.

We renovated a small apartment here the year before we moved, landed in it, and learned how to do everything from the beginning again. Six months in we found a farmhouse, put a deposit down, and waited half a year on the closing. The sellers let us move in early on a rent-back so I could get solar panels installed before winter. Three weeks later a geometra found the illegal pool and the hydrogeological constraint that never appeared in the paperwork, and the deal was dead. That is the story people know me for. It is one chapter.

The Expat Field Notes is where I write the rest of it down: the paperwork, the mistakes we paid for, and the ordinary good days we came here for. Fontaine Consulting is the other hat, where I build the strategy, systems, and Claude-powered automation that let other founders grow without doing every task by hand. The storyteller earns the trust. The strategist builds the machine.