Cooking baking with Strawberry Girl, Little Darling, Doudounne and her mom. 

Happy Times

We stood in silence looking out over the piazza, the minutes walking ahead of us in total disregard for our unwillingness to have them go.

And then the station, a whistle, and the blur of fields.

I walk my life like streets of foreign cities. Always walking, never staying, always searching. I did not lie: the day will come when unexpectedly you see my form in the distance. 

Wait for me, Italy.