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  • Good Lord, we beseech thee

    We see more walking companions, resting in small groups chatting in Italian on breaks in the shade of olive trees. One group of young women leaves a stone booth with a Virgin Mary altar (one crosses herself, kissing her hand)… Continue reading

    Good Lord, we beseech thee
  • Under the Tuscan Sun

    Wayfaring through the old towns and narrow footpaths of Tuscany. We are two pelligrini, daypacks on backs, knitting the ground with adjustable walking poles bought outside Lucca. Fueled by a hotel breakfast and two cappuccinos each. CaminoWays, a service company… Continue reading

    Under the Tuscan Sun
  • On a train and the Lucca wall

    On a passenger train, the living things passing by can strike you with a poignancy like nothing else. A child on a bike, that geranium on a window sill, green hills in April cloud shadows. Their brief appearances, and disappearance,… Continue reading

    On a train and the Lucca wall
  • Sic transit!

    Germans display their orderliness even in a labor strike. The pilots of Lufthansa joined their fellow workers by holding a two-day strike, April 13 and 14. Danke schön, I picture management negotiators saying, and promptly informing us by email that… Continue reading

    Sic transit!
  • Pilgrims-in-training

    We are getting our legs in shape for an eight-day pilgrimage through rural Tuscany. It’s a small part of the 2,000 km route that an obscure Archbishop of Canterbury logged by foot or horseback in 990 A.D. from his English… Continue reading

    Pilgrims-in-training
  • Learning Italian

    The language we learn from infancy to childhood, from classrooms to books, becomes the water we swim in.  That’s a good metaphor. We swim in our language, not caring how it keeps us afloat. Like fish, we don’t need to… Continue reading

    Learning Italian
  • Photo Album from Lecce

    I thought that, by leaving my country for a few weeks, it would improve. I was wrong. Oh well. At least Italy is still Italy. Continue reading

    Photo Album from Lecce
  • The Story of Time

    Of several museums we have seen in our three weeks in Italy, none moved me so much as the one with the least variety or clutter.  The Museo Provincial Sigismondo Castromediano, or simply, the Provincial Museum of Lecce, is a… Continue reading

    The Story of Time
  • The Disappeared Diaspora

    The first stop on our tour of Lecce yesterday was the underground Jewish Museum. It is underground because a private palace and the huge Baroque complex of the Basilica of Santa Croce were built over what was believed to be… Continue reading

    The Disappeared Diaspora
  • A dream of blue, a New Year

    The Adriatic comes thrashing into a canyon of high rock walls at Polignano a Mare. What is so beautiful about it, so Italian, is how the little city has accommodated this natural glory with designs for lovers to enjoy it.… Continue reading

    A dream of blue, a New Year