Missing home.....no really.

So nice to hear about home. New babies, falling leaves, travels, scary times.

 Politics not so much.

Although I seem to be living a magical life, I do get homesick. Missing things that are important at home with friends and family. That being said I am still inspired and intrigued every day that I am here. I grow closer to Dan and Olivia, as well as my new friends here in Cortona. Not a day goes by that I am not learning and growing. I hope that this is a habit that will continue the rest of my life. I think that I can grow regardless of where my feet are walking and what my eyes are seeing.

Harvest in Tuscany

No words are needed here.

So I live in this tiny town. The "houses" are built on top of each other, on top of a mountain. This makes for unbelievable views and defined calves. My typical day starts with windows wide open. No screens. An occasional fly will enter through the kitchen and fly out the bedroom window, presumably for the view.   No mosquitoes here in Cortona, but every morning I notice feathers from the ever present pigeons that have floated through the window. We live on the first floor which means one floor up from ground level. We hang the laundry from a line out the back window, where the smell of the bakery wafts up to greet my nose, "hello chocolate croissant".