Seriously Missing Umbria
Today was not a good day. Mainly because I found myself dwelling on the reality that we won’t be getting back to Montemigiano this year.
I wish I could be there to enjoy Marisa’s al fresco dinners – minus the cement mixer and orange safety netting because the chapel restoration will be finished now.
I miss the early morning sunshine on the geraniums in the window.
And I miss the sound of the horse’s hooves as the neighbor takes his late afternoon ride.
It’s a melancholy kind of thing. It will pass. For a while.
Oh, Deborah, I am right there with you. I miss Italy, and hoping we can make it there this year, plans are still in the air.
But your daughter is having a baby, isn’t she? That’s something to look forward to. Yes?
I understand the feeling completely, being homesick for a place that isn’t even your home…
Oh Deborah, I understand your pain. I’m not familiar with Montemigiano, but it looks lovely! I’m going right now to look it up.
I love your photos, and can so understand the melancholic longing for Italy. I haven’t spent much time there, only three trips so far, but it has utterly invaded my soul. I have no trips on the horizon, but hoping I might return next year, probably with my Mom.
Totally understand your melancholy. There is a saying “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” Maybe someone should say he gave us memory so that we might have Italy in the summers we cannot be there.
I feel your pain. I am missing Italy terribly. I think even more this year since I won’t be going back this summer. Love your photos. Montemigiano looks like a wonderful place.