Umbrian morning

We're back in Italy today in our new accomodations. They're huge-- and cold!! Tried to light a fire last night, but we only had one match and my fire-starting skills have gotten rusty since the days we camped out in Maine every summer. But it's beautiful here-- and quiet. There are sounds of distant planes but not much else, except for the cheerful song of a bird which must be singing in a dialect of Italian since I don't recognize the melody. Our view is of a field, some trees and the lake ringed by low hills. On the way here through the fields we saw a herd of snow-white lambs with several babies. So
cute!! Must go back and get a picture. But that was the long way in that a kindly local road worker took us on when we were hopelessly lost in the town of Bagnoreggio. We followed him, he sped in his tiny car through  the ancient, narrow streets of the town, avoiding pedestrians and other cars with aplumb, then turned down one country lane, and then another, and, voila, we were there. We are in the country, a 2km ride down a dirt driveway to the road. But there is a shorter way to the main road than
the one he showed us last evening.

Last night we slept on the ferry from Split, Croatia to Ancona, Italy. After arriving, Geri jumped on a train to go to San Giovanni Rotundo to pay respects to Padre Pio, and we continued on to this tiny town near Orvieto where we will stay for a week. She will rejoin us Monday. We will visit some hill towns and take some day trips to Rome over the next few days. And get some matches.