Back in Genoa ... and it's good to be here.

Kim asked about me and Genova ...

Kim asked if I was in Genova yet ...

I so am.

I have this huge and uncontrollable smile on my face.  It started as I journeyed from Milan towards the mountains and Genova ... and I can't stop it.

I've been trying not to frighten anyone, with my madly happy face, as I run errands upon arrival.  I'm working on containing it within me, as a quiet bubble of joy. 

I have a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  I have an internet connection.   I have wine ...  and I'm still smiling.  It's like that.

I am back in this city I love so well.

All kinds of threats have been made if I return without completing the book this time ... and so I must.

But Kim, yes, I am back.

Flowers for the table in the apartment at Via Ravecca, in Genova

I had fun photographing, then photoshopping the flowers here on my table tonight ...

Bubbles in Piazza De Ferrrari, Genoa

I have been running away to Genoa since first being introduced to it by my lovely friend, Paola.  She opened the door to her home-city, and then left it open for me to return. 

I find something of home there, my New Zealand home.  Maybe it's simply the sea and the hills.  And then there are the unexpected things that happen, like this ...

Lovin' Genova