|Eugene Martinez, second from the right, wearing a name tag|
Today is the anniversary of my first day in Assisi, one year ago. I've already written so much about my thoughts in recollection. My memories are vivid, especially of the day after my arrival. It was a drizzly Sunday and my friends Giselle and Mark Stafford picked me up for our trip to Umbertide. We had all been invited to a luncheon birthday party that was hosted by an American woman who lived in a tiny but charming home. Elizabeth, the hostess, was a native Californian, now a resident and an author. Her latest book had recently been published. She was not the only published author in this group of ex-pats. Nor was she the only accomplished cook in this group. Not by any means I would soon discover.
|Antonio's book, now available in the U.S. in English and on Kindle from Amazon|
|Giselle and Eugene one year ago, in Umbertide|
On Saturday, word went out and all who knew him, even as little as I, felt saddened. Eugene passed from this earth almost exactly to the day that I met him.