Driving to L’Aquila this morning gave me hope. But then it always does, even before. From the hill town of Navelli where we spend much of the summer, past the devastated but once enchanting and hidden Castelnuovo di San Pio. The morning light tinging a slight burnt orange the slopes of Gran Sasso to my right somehow magnify the feeling that it’s more than just the infancy of another day. The road construction and heavy vehicles slowing me down seem just incidental as I move towards where I used to live.
PS. The gas station bar half way between S. Pio and Castelnuovo is a good, basic Italian roadside bar. The coffee is decent. But it’s the pannini – good local prosciutto or pecorino cheese inside low, central Italian focaccia – that make me feel so at home. They are worth stopping in for. And in these months of living away from home, they are comfort food