Tuscany seems to be with me forever from the hill towns to the olive groves to the magic of siena, san gimignano, san miniato where i rollicked with the priests at dinner at the convent of san francesco. montereggioni is something else. i open my mind and my heart to Italy. the body holds up , a bit tired, but then i am no spring chicken. i crorssed ino Lazio.
it is fine in Aquapendente.
deus nobiscum in via
oz peregrinus
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