We're Back.....

 

le tartarughe
After Covid, four years, and two false starts, we have finally arrived at our little house in Italy. Amazed that few things had changed, it was time to revisit the familiar sights. In no particular order:

1. Enjoying fresh orange juice and cappuccino – I enjoy an occasional coffee from Starbucks. Still, their cappuccinos are awful, so savoring a solid espresso (with or without milk) was divine.
2. Visiting the local turtles – These turtles have been here for at least ten years and seem fine. I counted at least five; apparently, they have been breeding.
3. Saying hey to Irina and Mary and having a white wine at Bar Mary. We can spend hours here watching the piazza's actions and reading.
4. Visiting the owner of Delizia Gelateria – finding that they now have dark chocolate gelato and spruced-up outdoor seating. 
5. Seeing John and Katherine – these very kind people welcomed us to Umbertide many years ago and still enjoy keeping up with us. Can still see John’s artwork on Wednesday and Saturday mornings at the Galleria. 
6. Walking – The walks here are very scenic and informative. During walks, we discovered that the town was having a street fair, an enoteca (a wine bar) was open for business, and another favorite gelato place seemed closed.
7. Poking around in closets and drawers – In four years, I have forgotten all of the little things I have bought to make life easier, but as we keep investigating, and have found a laundry bag, clothes pins, a key to the local trash cans (We have assigned ones.), clothes that I don’t remember buying, clips for potato chip bags, etc.
8. Taking a day one step at a time. While we are retired, and it should be something that can be done in the States, we don’t. I keep a very tight to-do list. BUT here, it seems OK if we wake up and do what we want when we want. Yesterday began with a cappuccino, freshly squeezed orange juice, and pastry at a local bar. It ended with listening to a Star Wars medley by the Pila Philharmonic in the piazza – none planned.

Practicing for a late concert

Looking forward to more of the same and a few planned new adventures in the weeks to come.


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