Is the end of August and...

we went for a walk today around the countryside

just half an hour walking from were we live and

we came back home with enough -free-

apples and blackberry to make a cake and a couple
of jam jars.
Weather permitting we will come back next week
for more.

Wild food foraging.

back home [part 3]

Walking around like a tourist in a town that I know like my pockets.

Nothing to discover, yet every time it amazes me.

La Superba was the other name Genova it was known.

back home [part 2]

My in-laws bedroom.
They say it is like to sleep inside a pretty box.

William Morris wall paper.

Roberta, la mamma of my husband used to make ceramics and sculpture, 

in her home there are various things she made: the woman's head is one

of them but Anita added her touch... when she's silent I know she's up to 

something!

It's a family affair

back home [part 1]

We went to Italy, in our hometown: Genova.

The weather was odd: hot, humid and some rainstorms too.

We walked on places of my childhood, ate the sweets: mentine and drages 

that I used to eat when I was the same age of Anita,

still handmade locally in the same place, since 1780.

We walked a lot, went to the seaside, ate  focaccia  and ice creams everyday,

saw friends and familiar faces, only a bit older. 

At times it was kind of strange to see my daughter playing in the same places 

of my childhood. To meet friends of that time, although grown up now,

I can still see that glimpse on the eyes: the same of when we were kids.

It was good, now I think I can make peace with my hometown: 

a place were nothing never change despite all the changes.

Dry the rain