Arrivederci

This being the last time I will have electronics at my disposal until we return to the US, I am taking time this last morning in Giove to say farewell to this blog, and to my readers. It is a foggy morning on this mountain, but the sun is breaking through over the Tevere valley. The local nurse is here, taking care of Greg's wounds; we have said prayers of thanks that the report from London doctors has been so good. Apparently all signs of cancer are gone; and the wounds are healing well.
Eileen and John have just gone up the steps to buy fresh fish from the man who comes by with his cart on Tuesdays and waits at the little square near the Bar; and John will bring me a last cappucchino on their way back down.
Our friends Alfredo and Olga, up from Roma for a day visit, will pick John up in a half-hour and take him to Bomarzo, the Monster Park nearby (I know Lee Sandlin will be jealous). I am going to stay here and clean up the downstairs apartment where we have roosted, as another friend is coming in this noon to take over the place for a week or so.
A neighbor will bring lunch by in the early PM, when we will have a last feast -- with the Bacchellis, new guest Laura, and the family here present - and probably a few more neighbors and friends, if I have a guess.
Then Alfredo will drive John, me and Lily to Roma, where we will cab it to Ciampino (wheee, one more Roman cab ride!) -- and we'll fly back to London later in the evening.
If this is just an information transmission, please accept it as such -- there is too much to say about our time in Italy to squeeze into this format. I will send a summation of the trip when we are home and rested a bit.
Our love goes out with this, to each and every one of you.