ADOPTED by TERI WELSCH The art school that I went to in Umbria would transport us to assorted hill towns to paint in. This charming village was filled with convoluted passageways and was absolutely charming. I sat for several hours in this little area to paint and sketch and was treated to a "show". This little town didn't even have a Tabacchi Shop and everything pointed towards generations of the same sturdy people. I'm sure it is an unwritten rule when you live in such intimate quarters that you don't "hear" what the neighbors are doing. An elderly woman was constantly coming out on her balcony to gather firewood from the landing to carry inside. Every time she appeared she acknowledged my presence with what sounded like kind words and a nod of her head. A gentleman who I'm guessing was her husband returned and went inside. What sounded like a HUGE fight wafted out the door. She would then reappear and say what sounded like kind words and nod her head, gather some firewood and disappear back inside and the cacophony would start again. This continued for what seemed an hour. In and out, in and out. What an amazing culture. It makes me smile whenever I think about it and it makes me want to return. In case I haven't mentioned it, I'm in love with Italy and want to go back and experience la dolce vita, the sweet life, again. Hope you are having a dolce vita kind of day, and if not throw your hands in the air and say, "eh" ! Ciao
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