Just before sunset we arrived at St. Anthony's to share in the home and hospitality of the Franciscan Sisters of the Atonement. The dancing Francis silhouetted against the setting sun seemed to signal this was going to be a special place.
An hour later, our bellies full of pasta, we stood by the square munching on the best roasted chestnuts ever as we enjoyed the UNTO Olive Festival. Free samples to taste, jesters juggling fire, dancing girls with garlands on their heads and very loud music all seemed that more exciting when it is happening in Italian.
“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon.”
― The Owl and the Pussycat
You are Always in my Prayers. Love Mom.
P.S. The sisters have wifi!
Can you imagine if I had this guy to keep you in line when you were growing up? Instead, I only had the feeble threat of "your father will be home soon." As gory as this man chomping demon is, he isn't half as scary as the convincing Dominican Dogs. These hounds of God, found in the Spanish Chapel of Santa Maria Novella, chase and nip the poor sheep back into the fold when they have indulged in too much dancing or "forbidden fruit". The fear has not prevented me from delighting in my daily gelato.
I climbed the Bell Tower in Pisa yesterday, the Duomo in Florence today and we will climb Giotto's Campanile tomorrow. Along with the 53 stairs every time I head up to our third floor apartment, I am definitely in training for the up-coming Dome of St. Peter in Rome. It's not going to be pretty.
You are always in my prayers. Love Mom
Italian Saying: A tavola non si invecchia (You don’t age while seated for a meal)--I love Italy 😄