BACK HOME AGAIN

Okay, what to write about first??? The flight from Italy to the states…including not one but TWO trips to the airport? Or maybe the trip back to Italy when the ONLY bus to San Venanzo didn’t even slow down as it drove through the station??? Or maybe I should back up and write about picking olives with Giacomo and Belinda, or about taking the olives to the frantoio to be pressed….and about how we made bruschetta at 10:30 at night to taste the new oil….oil from olives WE had helped pick!!!

Should I write about how wonderful wall to wall carpet and a forced air furnace are on a chilly fall day? Or the (regrettably) few movies we saw? Or maybe I should just write down whatever comes into my head and hope it makes sense later…..

Over the next few days I’ll try to make a start, but first things first. Today we went to the grocery for a few staples, caught up on the mail, and heard some really sad news: while we were in the states our neighbor Frank had a heart attack and died.

Apparently Frank got up, went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and just collapsed on the floor. I hope he didn‘t suffer. Frank was a character….our Mr. Fixit guy, the man who could fix anything, make anything….our local knife sharpener, our friend. His family will arrive soon, and although we’ve only met one of his children, we hope to meet the whole family and tell them how loved and respected their father was.