The snow is falling thick and fast, hushing the air as if a curtain has been drawn between my blue clapboard house and the rest of the world. Italy, my home for twelve extraordinary months, feels like a lifetime ago. Seeing the tree limbs bedecked with a rather incredible array of icicles, it’s a struggle to remember the warmth of the Umbrian sun.
It makes me uncomfortable that readers just coming to Il Bel Centro will be arriving at the end. And so, I list here the most popular posts from our year in Umbria. A tasting, if you will…
It’s a fearful thing, if you think about it. That virtual reality is more compelling than actual reality. No wonder it takes actual work to plant our feet where we are.
I rushed towards the restaurant, not really late, but not really on time either. The taxi-filled traffic clamored past me as I paused to double check the name of the awning against the writing on my scrap of paper. This was it. I took a breath, and walked towards the door, scanning for anyone in the restaurant who might look a little like me.
I kind of like that the last real post on my blog was about saying goodbye, and this next one is about celebrating.
We knew there would be challenges. Of course we did. In the way that you know you shouldn’t throw away your sweaters at the end of winter, even though you can’t really imagine the sting of frost.
This year we are celebrating the gifts of San Martino at Speak! Language Center in Charlottesville on November 9th from 5 to 7 PM.
And you are all invited.
My days here are full of tight corners and endless lists of how to manage transitions. I obsessively number activities on my fingers to be sure I’m not leaving anyone stranded. How can I get everyone where they need to be and still have time to put together a sustaining dinner?