With the new, Argentinian pope calling himself Francis, after my fair city, my attention was drawn to what is happening in Italy these days. I love thinking about Italy.
There is so much to love.
The language, the food, the buildings, and the people.
My most recent visit was in November 2011, to the northern city of Ferrara.
Ferrara, though not widely known in the US, is a cool, compact, walled city with a moated castle. In the Christmas season it was a magical place.
I wonder if Rowan chose to learn Italian partly because of a trip we took there during the Vatican’s Jubilee year in 2000. We took a boat from Greece to the port of Brindisi on the outer heel.
All are topped with pinnacles that have meanings: Primitivo, Cristiani e Magici, just like Italy herself.