As I return from my third trip to Italy, and my fourth trip overseas, I am filled with wonder. How can this happened yet again? I look in the mirror and it seems incongruous that the same face stares back.
Like a balloon that has been filled with air and then deflated, I am stretched and changed. I’m filled with sights and sounds of another age. I walked along Medieval paths and touched the slits in the walls from which arrows flew.
I stood in the square where traitors were burned at the stake. As I hiked up the narrow village paths, I ducked, hoping the over-ripe persimmons, known as cachi, would not fall upon my head.
I passed the old church wine cellar gate on the way to the castle where knights once held their ground.
We lit an ancient fireplace and cooked fish over the embers of beechwood; the best, I am told, for cooking.
I drank new wine from Uncle Tio, was fed by Luisa, and laughed with Fulvio, Stefano and the rest as we shared Christmas and the New Year. I stuffed myself on Panettone and drank cappucinno. I fell in love with my daughter Sarah’s extended family.
Truly, I am blessed beyond measure and I am not the same.
I have wonderful new ideas for my next set of Medieval Novels. Stop by occasionally and I will share!
For now, I hope you will enjoy a Romance in Medieval England. Choose one or both!
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