It never gets old, but we do.
I never take it for granted. It’s a privilege
And the thrill of it all will never end. Not for us.
We arrived back “home” this morning. We’re back in our beloved Assisi and I am ready for the stories to begin.
Oh, I am sure there will be many. Italy in general never fails and Assisi is lush with tales of magic and surreal happenings.
For now I will just state that we are happily ensconced in a lovely apartment, one that holds a great story. We’re steps away from the Piazza Commune, the very center of this lovely town, with a small grocery store, a lovely little local restaurant, and an ancient tiny church so close in proximity that we could easily visit all three in our pajamas.
I haven’t slept in a very long time. We’re here for a good long while. And the thought of pajamas is uniquely enticing.
Maybe tomorrow I will start with the story about a priest and a Bourbon Club meeting above the clouds
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