Oh Giglio- quirky little commune di Veroli...
For 3 months now I have lived as a modern day king in this bella casa, commune, and Nation...
While there is much that I return to... and a few things that I will delight in leaving, it is with a deep sigh of regret that I prepare to depart. For when I return to my life in the fair city of subdued excitement, I will miss:
Morning walks with the dogs running and sun rising
Proscuitto and melon
Church bells ringing
Fresh buffalo Mozzarella and Caprese Salad
The Ubiquitous and stunning Renaissance Art
Friendly shop keepers at the International fruit market
The language of Dante that while largely unintelligible to me, it still sounds a bit like singing
Fresh Pecorino cheese
Enthusiastic amici greeting each other at church, bars, gyms, and all over town
A life that is slower
Our little protestant church
Long Meals with up to 8 courses and way too much food
Vineyards, Orchards, Villas, and ancient Roman Cities atop the green, rolling hills
The stainless container on the counter filled with home-grown, home-pressed olive oil
Sheep in the yard every few weeks
Warm sun and soft winds
The 3 dogs
The deep layers of history
The visible millenia of church history and life to learn from
Strong family communities
square pizza by the slice
Cities with Canals
Little fishing villages on the coast
An affordable and effective public transportation system
Our little gym with the ever present personal trainer
Real Italian food
So as I pack the backpacks, I raise a glass of homemade vino and say..
"Salute to our Casa amidst the olive trees
To our little village
and to this rich country that has been so hospitable to us all"