Sometimes, bouncing between worlds take more out of my soul than I expect.
Today I lay down after lunch and woke just before 5pm. I am exhausted again. There was France and another truly exquisite wedding. A love so big that it melted my heart.
Then the Beautiful Truth workshop in Piedmont, where the people of Piedmont impressed me with their open-hearted welcome. Their food. And their wine. I discovered Brachetto. One of those discoveries of a lifetime ... or so is my story.
Then Genova, that city I love more than any other in the world.
And now I am home, doing the re-entry thing. It involves resting a lot, eating vegetables, resting some more.
There is a party to plan. More travels perhaps. My cousin.
It's like that.
And below, another image from the exquisite Ligurian weavers ... Cordani Velluti