Why is it that when it rains, it pours?
This is a difficult time for me- it started in December and I just haven't been able to shake it. I have had wonderful experiences with my family in the U.S. and with my husband and son here in Italy- we couldn't be closer or more in tune- but otherwise, things have just been going wrong for me.
I won't go into detail but it seems like things are misaligned, I'm being tested, somethin' just ain't right.
I'm keeping my head above water now. Sometimes it's hard to get up in the morning but other times an unexpected letter comes in the mail, an email arrives with good news or a friend calls me out of the blue.
I am convinced that the bad makes you appreciate the good. What you don't have makes you realize what you do have.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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Fontona?
Where's Fontona? Fontona is a small village between Monterosso al Mare and Levanto, Italy. After living for 18 years in the historic center of Monterosso in the Cinque Terre, we decided to pack up and move to the countryside. We are less than 15 minutes from the main piazza of Monterosso but far away from the crowds.
Not much goes on in Fontona, Mass on Sundays and sometimes the Boy Scout troop hikes by. We are content to wait for the spring violets, spot our resident hawks and decide what to make for dinner.
Not much goes on in Fontona, Mass on Sundays and sometimes the Boy Scout troop hikes by. We are content to wait for the spring violets, spot our resident hawks and decide what to make for dinner.


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