I’ve been home now for three weeks and I keep running into people who say they enjoyed my blog posts while we were away in Italy. Enough is enough, I say, and it’s time for me to move on; but there’s a topic that perhaps deserves a bit more exploration, and that’s the feast that served as the centerpiece of our trip.
Continue reading “Postlude”Return to The Shire
“At last they rode over the downs and took the East Road, and then Merry and Pippin rode on to Buckland; and already they were singing again as they went. But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said.”
The last paragraph of The Lord of the Rings seems a fitting way to bring this adventure to an end. Except it may not be the end: I am indeed back, and reflecting on the wonderful experiences of these past two weeks. I think I have a few more observations in me.
Continue reading “Return to The Shire”Our Night in a Trullo
The trulli are pretty fascinating in their own right, and since our visit to Alberobello followed so closely after our stay in Matera, in a curious way the trulli emphasize contrasts with what we saw in the sassi there. More on that contrast later.
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