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. Italy’s public transport enables car-free living in some areas. But no buses passed our cluster of houses near that village in Lombardy.
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 Americans. 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.