M and I were in a countryside villa lodge late last month – a hop, step
and a jump from Fumicino airport, where we had arrived from JFK that morning.
To take off some of the edge of our travel weariness from the overnight flight,
we retired for a nap that was shortened by the playing of the wedding march. We
both stepped to the balcony and from the sunny field beyond the garden wall came
the sweet, unamplified sounds of the wedding march.
When M called to book our one night in Tenuta Torre Gaia http://bit.ly/28S78es
the room registrar informed us that on the day of our arrival there would be an
early evening wedding of two local young people. Did that present a problem?
she asked M. Hardly …
So began our latest trip to Europe. This time to places where Italian was
spoken first – if not exclusively. I’ve only now after almost a month (which
explains my absence from adding to my blog; when I travel I make a point of
going and staying offline – and cellphone free) started to stir from my Alice
in Wonderland-like Italian mood that enveloped me that evening at Tenuta Torre
Gaia and simply wouldn’t let go.
Next: Running for Your Life: Puglia
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