We no longer travel a lot by train, as we once did. But it always takes me back to our early car-less years here. When my husband rode an old moped 12 miles (20 km) to work – rain, snow, or sunshine. Our public transport enables car-free living in some areas. But no buses passedContinue reading “The Much of Little”
Change is often unexpected and unwanted, and comes when we least expect it. Which I think we’ve all come to see through the Covid pandemic. None of us could have expected it or the changes it’s brought to our lives and world.
One by one they filed in, sitting around the smoky fire in the dark, dingy room. The entire village, it seemed, wanted a look at the foreigners. While I in turn, through teary, smoke-filled eyes, examined them. Our new town folk, for this was our new home.
Buona Pasqua (Happy Easter) from Italy!! This Easter is, beyond doubt, the strangest most of us ever remember celebrating. And in the midst of this COVID-19 storm we perhaps feel sad, alone, and shut in. But to help ease that, I’ve got a little gift for you from our church…
“She brought it out just so we could see it!” my little grandson cried, before promptly burst into tears. And at first I thought, “Oh how cute!” But I think he was right! Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7 WEB
Italy’s streets and piazzas are usually full of people, even in the evenings. But with the lockdown all that has changed. A ghostly calm and quiet has settled on the strangely unpeopled streets and towns.
Moving to or even visiting Italian villages is a unique and sometimes perplexing experience. Expect people to stare (and I mean really stare) as you walk down the street, without letting it give you a complex. No, you are not funny looking or strange. They just don’t see many outsiders, and curiosity is one thing people don’tContinue reading “Life and Missions in Small Town Italy”
There is but one road leading to the isolated town, our summer village. A place little touched by time, by technology’s progress, or by the frenetic pace of getting ahead. Thirteen years had passed since our last visit. And though fewer and older, the inhabitants somehow seem to remain much the same. Many of old and wrinkled passContinue reading “Our Summer Village: Beyond Forgotten”