riding

for nine years I’ve had a recurring dream of riding Valeria’s bike through Rauscedo like I did with Giulia and Danilo when I was a child. it is one of the things I have missed most about my happy times here, and reliving the memory yesterday filled me with so much nostalgia and authentic joy. the village has not changed: it is as beautiful and peaceful as it was when I left it. every little villa is charming, and part of me wishes I never left this Italian oasis. one of my favourite parts of Rauscedo is the church, a beautiful refurbished building in the center of the piazza. I parked the bike and entered, so as to think of my family back home. my luck saw me walking into a choir rehearsal, with what sounded like the voices of angels delivering the most heavenly rendition of ‘I can’t help falling in love with you’.

my heart is full. seeing my Italian family, being in my happy place, staying connected to many of my beautiful friends and family. what did I do to deserve this goodness in my life?

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