Playing Host

This was an ‘at home’ day. My only outing was to buy a couple of things at the supermarket and to try shop renown for its tiramisu. It was very good, but last night’s tiramisu at Abruzzi was better.  I have bought absolutely NO souvenirs. The 15 postcards I’ve sent so far are all the discretionary purchases I’ve made other than food.

Kelley and Alison have been great, answering questions, offering suggestions and directions. I took them a box of chocolates a couple of days ago, only to find that Alison has sworn off for Lent. Oh well, she’s halfway there anyway!

Tomorrow, Sue’s friend, Mary, arrives around 8; Sue gets here mid-afternoon. I moved my stuff to the cottage this morning and Giovanna assured me she'll bring cherry jam.

We’ll enjoy the cottage a lot more than the iconic marble convent. Let’s face it, nuns we’re not.

I had some ambition to make it out to St Paul’s today, but the ambition evaporated in the rain, As much as I’d like to go the Vatican museum and dome, I’m feeling like I “should” go rather than really wanting to go. If I had another week, I’m sure I’d make it, but just “be-ing” is much more appealing.

Kelley said Id be more than welcome to come here again, and I’ve started thinking that I may book the cottage for a month next spring.