waking up in Italy

Friday June 25
There is something about waking up in Italy that is different than anywhere else you ever woke up. It is not like waking up in Northfield or Montpelier or Oklahoma. The closest would be waking up in Red River, NM, but at least here you aren’t waking up in a tent. The early morning cacophony of sound surrounds me as I sit on the terrace. Like Northfield this seems to be bird heaven. Roosters crow in the distance. The dogs have been bizerking all night. When do they sleep? How does anyone sleep who lives closer to those dogs than we do? There is already the sound of farm equipment pumping water from the Roman well to carry to their fields and a three wheeled micro-truck just drove by and it’s Italy! A part of Italy most Americans have never heard of. The clouds lie low over the mountains today. It is cool and actually a little damp. And I just woke up in Italy!