If on a winter's night a travelerIt's been a long day of cleaning house, preparing presents, last minute shopping, and finally, my dad arrived at our house, a weary drive down from Bologna to Macerata, just in time for dinner. My brother and his family made it safely to Rome as well, and we are all now very much in Italy, at last! Sitting in my living room with the tree all lit up, drinking tea and coffee, we spoke to my brother on speaker phone, listened to stories of his wanderings through Rome, the kids tired after endless walking through the eternal city. And despite the fact that it will be another couple of days before they arrive here in Le Marche, for a moment we were all together, gathered around a telephone line, an entire family somewhat joined in one room, laughing, as only family does, over what little Sam did or how William behaved or Miriam's surprise at learning that "ciao" means both hello AND goodbye. It's good to know that we are all here, tucked away, maybe, each in a corner of the country, but all here in Italy just the same.
Goodnight, finally. It's late, and we've been busy. Tomorrow, up early for Urbino.