My new normal

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long uphill climb from the road to the villa

  Slowly life is starting to evolve into a new pattern.  We typically tour one day, have classes the next, and then head out again.  Almost every day is art history from 7 to 8 PM, just before dinner.  The professor loves Renaissance art and is transforming us into masters of discernment of eras and spectacular artists.  I now know Pisian romanesque vs Florentine, Gothic vs early Renaissance – and slowly the brain cells are digging  back into the recesses of past learned knowledge.  Every once in a while a word or concept is thrown to my concious mind.  Monday I went to a 2 hour drawing class, a 1 hour drama class, a 2 hour photography class and then the art history.  After dinner from 9 to 9:30 there is a group of about 10 of us who take turns reading Dante’s  A New Life outloud.  Continue reading “My new normal”

Travel mercies

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window with a view

OK, I’m going to make you jealous first and then I shall report on my journey to this place.  This is a picture from my window at the villa in Pistoia where I am staying with our group until September 27.  The gravel driveway goes between olive groves and the view extends west to the Appenines.

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morning in the garden

This picture is of the garden where I am now sitting at a table with my morning tea and my tablet talking with you.  On either side are 400 year old magnolia trees and various groups of people are starting to awaken and move about to the sound of the fountain, roosters, and dogs.
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Expectations

Good traveler
Good traveler

The past few weeks have been rather surreal.  I have done all of the physical preparation for this journey.  I have done a lot of the readings assigned (I’m definitely not as anal as I used to be about completing assignments!) I have made the 1,000 mile journey to Houston to see the kids and drop off the dog, who adapted quite nicely to her comfy spot in the front seat.  But somehow it is not quite real.  I don’t feel as if I am truly leaving tomorrow for four months, much less in Italy and Greece.   Continue reading “Expectations”