Arrival: Italy

Stefania and I stayed up late eating risotto. I slept for 13 hours straight then woke up to the sound of her voice, hot coffee and mountain air. We stepped out as the church bells were ringing and took a  long walk in her neighborhood. I saw the clouds float through the snow capped peaks, the stone houses and vineyards and purple fields of flowers. If that wasn’t enough, Stefania was surprised to find that just steps from her home the soccer field had been transformed into barns and the landscape was filled with….horses. Horses, can you imagine? Everywhere I look there’s nothing here but horses. If that isn’t a miracle I don’t know what is.

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