Il primo giorno

 I awoke after eight solid hours, from eight o'clock last night until four in the morning. I suppose that qualifies as "jetlag," but I slept like a baby. The morning sunrise and fresh air wafting gently through my room on a cool breeze... The buzz of the locusts, and the faint chime of the distant church bells bring the photographic backdrop of billowing, fluffy clouds and lushly textured trees to life. What a contrast from the last twenty-four hours of bustling airports, nearly all seemingly built out of the brutalism architectural movement. Inspiring, to say the least. Dream-like, in a nutshell.

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On our return from the market, we passed many pedestrians on their way home from church. Melissa noticed out loud the clean and well-kept streets. Soon after, we spied a small piece of cardboard trash littering the pathway, and a woman on her way home from church immediately picked it up to properly discard in the very near trash bin. That feeling of liberty and peace when you maintain a healthy, well-balanced lifestyle, a tidy home, workspace, relationships, etc. - when you take responsibility to make your world, in every aspect, beautiful - la bella figura. That's the Italian way, from their personal hygiene and style, to their homes, and out into their cities and beyond. 

 Verona - over the river Adige

Verona - over the river Adige

 Ciao! #Selfie

Ciao! #Selfie

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