Early, early morning.
I’ve taken my coffee to the front patio.
The sun is just coming up behind hazy blue mountains.
I close my eyes and revel in the perfumed morning.
“Buongiorno. Buongiorno. You have a post card from Italy.”
The postie is parked at the mailbox. She is holding a card and waving it excitedly.
I walk to the box. “I didn’t know you spoke Italian , Gina”
“Only a little. My Mother – she was born in Italy. Your card is from Grosseto in Tuscany. My Mother’s village is very close.”
These days ones mailbox is generally empty. E-mails and texting have changed the way we communicate. Even birthday cards arrive by E-Mail.
Today to my delight another postcard from Tin Man and Augustine has arrived. They are having a wonderful adventure – two months in Europe.
Post cards with stories of exotic food and glorious sights. I ‘m following Tin Man and Augustine’s adventures and marking their stops along the way.
Valencia and a visit to the Chapel of the Holy Grail.
Lisbon and beautiful fresh seafood.
Yesterday they said good-bye to Malta.
Today they are in Sicily where ocean breezes are perfumed with wild herbs.
I’ve pinned up a large map of Europe . As the communiques from Tin Man arrive I mark the map. I’m following them with my heart. Every day a fresh flower for Buddha and wishes for safe journey.