Sant’ Urbano in the Fog

“Well, It’s probably a beautiful view.” Marilyn said this while looking out her window from the back seat of the car as we drove through the twisting roads outside of the hill town of Apiro, snug in the center of Le Marche. Well, at least she was trying to look out her window. We allContinue reading “Sant’ Urbano in the Fog”


Christmas is coming. That’s for sure. Even as the evening light and the golden leaves that litter the roads still spell out autumn, every day since Thanksgiving has felt a little colder, a little brisker, as if Christmas heard that November was ending and swept in to make its grand entrance. Now there are twinklingContinue reading “Festive”

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