ok, so I’m finally starting to make my way slowly through the thousands of images i shot in Italy back in April. My heart just weeps tears of joy the entire time I am in that country. My family, the faces, the stories, the places, the food, the smells of the old churches, the smells of the kitchen, the smells of the barn (?), the beautiful sounds of the language. It is a romantic sensory overload. Every voice has a story to tell with their particular Italian humour. Even, as soon as we got off the plane, the two airport women that helped us with our bags (all the way out to the parking lot! refusing a tip because they would get fired!) had us in stitches the whole time with their joking questions and dry wit. It was a wonderful welcome!
And soon enough we arrived at my aunt’s house, with 6-course meal fully prepared, hot and waiting.
Taking a walk after lunch, the dramatic skies were the perfect touch to compliment the rolling hills. The sheep grazing in the pasture, the men gathering to chat and argue and tell stories with their grand gestures. The decrepit old houses, dotting the landscape and holding their secrets.
Sigh….
Beautiful. “Sigh” for sure. I’m going next month. I see a book Margaret…
YES A BOOK MARGARET!!!!! I second and third and…that.
Guylaine