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Memory Lane

C.R. is visiting again from the States, and yesterday we decided to go on a post-dinner stroll. But what streets should we take? Ah yes…let’s go down Memory Lane. We wandered by all of our old haunts, including the apartment we lived in over the summer. We stood outside the window for a few minutes gazing lovingly at our windows, and paused by the window of The Ladies. The air seemed to warm into another hot summer night for just a few moments while we recounted details of the beginning. The road that led us where we are now…never straight, not always easy, but always forward and speckled with hope.

C.R. stays until the 18th and then we take a train to Rome, and she departs for the States. I will follow a day later, after somehow amusing myself in Rome for an evening. Back to the homeland, though thankfully, only for a short time. Then I come back to the boot, and prepare for Spring.

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  • Reply Monika

    Hi there 🙂
    Just found your blog and have been enjoying reading it.
    I totally understand your questura post. We had an Italian speaking lawyer with us and it was still stressful. But it only took three hours which I thought was bad but know realise is pretty good! Wait til you pick up the permesso, they make you get into a big huddled group while they call out your surname (all the while yelling to move up). You feel like a criminal, it’s horrible!

    February 16, 2009 at 2:44 pm
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