being here feels like walking into a photograph of a treasured memory from my childhood. the last time I visited the village, I was eleven years old and with my brothers and parents. whilst everyone is a little older, and the trees in Valeria’s garden have grown abnormally tall, everything feels familiar and I am at home. I’ve dreamt of being here for nearly ten years, and my heart if very full right now. yesterday Max took Giulia and I to the Dolomites. the mountains were magnificent and reminded me of home. we visited emerald rock pools and the clouds were the most beautiful I’ve seen all year. 
whilst time is often cruel, it seems to have done little to the oasis that Rauscedo is to me. the villas remain as innocent, the fields as green and the cousins as funny and generous. I am feeling lucky beyond words
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