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Romecoming

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We are back two weeks and still settling in to our seasonal routine.  I am happy to write that it feels good to be home and to see Rome with fresh eyes again as we did in the early days of our move here.  It tickles me to see nuns sorting their recycling at the neighborhood trash bins and the old men sitting watch faithfully every night around the corner from our apartment.  The grumpy gardeners in the botanical garden next door seem less grumpy. Or maybe I am less grumpy. This summer I missed the drinking water that pours icy cold from the taps in Rome, and drying my clothes on a line in the clean, breezy air. No one seems to do that in the US anymore.  Whatever the charms, they will likely blend into the grittier side of Rome when the spell of homecoming wears off.  For now though, in the words of Louis Armstrong, I think to myself, what a wonderful world… 

As promised to my village, proof of our summer sillies.  Let’s start with the laughs and   High Tide Poker in the OBX:

Moving on to the Cereal Box Game in Bethany Beach:

And a roundup of other smiles and good times.  Apologies for any moments missing.  My phone died and I can’t retrieve the photos on it.