Close to Heaven

It seems that is where we are now--in the welcoming embrace of Sant' Antonio with its stones that once echoed the chants of monks in a 13th century monastary, olive trees with glistening, shimmering leaves moving in the breeze of the hilltop, laughter seeping from below as people discard cares left behind, blue, blue skies meeting the green gold fields. Yes, this has been the treasured escape of ours for many years. Last year we traded it for the expanses of the Mara and plaines of Kenya. And so it is good now to be back.









We have been here just four hours but have truly never left--it seems. Our friend Nico's smile is as wide and welcoming as always--his hugs true.

Casey has looked forward to seeing Sofia and Filippo but they are not here yet. They're in town with Aunt Paola and until all the guests have checked in, Nico can't go get them. So, Casey has found the next best thing....dogs. He loves dogs---well, animals of all kinds, actually. Caio, the dog of Sant Antonio is an old friend. Ula, is the huge, loveable, beautiful family member of a German couple in the apartment below ours. To Casey, they are his brothers.







So, we are here, the long road to travel is always worth what it takes. Sant' Antonio, Montepulciano, Tuscany, Italia....Home




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