Kiwis, Italians, Kiwis.
Luckily I have the best PA in the world, so I am still (I think) relatively sane.
I have been looking back to posts relating to a visitor who was here over three years ago. Wonderful memories, and wonderful presents and futures.
Recently I have been to Bari, Ostuni, Alberobello, Martina Franca and the valley of the trulli, Matera with the sassi, Maiori, Positano, Erculano, and home again. Over 1200 kilometres in a few days. I've been to the church dedicated to St Nicholas, and the house of a washerwoman who bleached clothes with urine. I've eaten fine chocolate and chewed on melted cheese and car-warmed bread.
I continue to shake my head in disbelief as I review my wonderfully full and exciting days.
Today I am grateful for hugs and smiles.