Canada is the country of my birth and where I was raised and educated. The United States is where I worked most of my life and where I live but Italy seems like home everytime Lynda and I travel to it.
Perhaps it is because we have been coming here since 1971. Perhaps it is that the language is no longer a barrier. Perhaps it is the friendships we have made with people here. Whatever it is there is a comfort zone that makes it feel like home.
Speaking of home we have a nice two bedroom apartment in a villa in the countryside just outside the little town of Morravalle.
We are surrounded by fields and can even see one of our friend's house across the valley.
We have a kitchen and a living room complete with a large screen TV, which has all Italian channels except for one in French so we can understand it fairly well. Yesterday we woke up to beautiful blue skies and nice temperatures. Off the small white road that leads to our place we had a beautiful view of the Adriatic Sea and when we drove up farther the majestic Sibillini mountains had snow on them for the first time this year.
After shopping for an Italian Sim card for my phone we headed to the coast. There we had an enjoyable lunch and then laid by the sea where Lynda swears I fell asleep and was snoring.
Darn congestion. Lynda prides herself on her language skills but every once and a while she screws up. At lunch she ordered what she thought was gnocchi with a marinara sauce. The look on her face was priceless as the waiter dropped a plate of gnocchi in front of her complete with clams, shrimp etc. I had extra seafood at lunch, needless to say, but her gnocchi was delicious.
In the evening we went to dinner with some friends and had scrumptious pizzas of all types and some wine. It was a good day in a comfortable country.
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