Visits and Revisits


It has rained through the night, and yet we wake to find the sun pouring through the windows like an unexpected gift. Since we can’t let such largesse go to waste, we decide to head south to Arone and sample the sights there. But our car seemingly has other ideas and we find ourselves on the road to Spello. Who are we to question fate?

It seems fitting that on our last day in Umbria we revisit a town with which we fell in love. And, indeed, this second visit is even nicer than our first. The flowers are vibrant because of rain and the people are just as friendly as we climb higher and higher on the narrow stone steps and finally reach the crest the town. From there we can see the ancient Roman Arch and below us the panorama that is Umbria.

We even eat at the Bar Giardino again and sit in the same spot in the garden and are waited on by the same cheerful waitress. As we await the cooked ham, mushroom and artichoke flatbread sandwich, I wax philosophical and wonder whether we leave a part of ourselves in a place we love or whether we take a part of that place with us. Perhaps we do both.

We said as much to Mike’s niece yesterday when we met for lunch in Colfiorito. We had chosen this place because it is halfway between Annita’s home in Civita Nova Alta and Sig. Ettore’s farm, but we had no idea what to expect as we drove the by-now familiar zigs and zags of the ‘little mountains’ until we suddenly and unexpectedly arrived onto level flatland. We had reached the top of a mountain!

So we had lunch on the top of a mountain in a small hotel in Colfiorito, and if the place was calm and peaceful, our conversation was animated. Annita is passionate about politics—i.e. Berlusconi. He is anathema, a man of no morals, a disgrace to Italy. “Thirty percent of our young people are unemployed because of the policies set by that man,” she told us. “He has stolen money from the government, cut services, weakened education.” In short, Berlusconi must go.

These views were echoed by everyone we met during our trip in Umbria. Young people have begun a conversation by asking what we thought of Berlusconi. Others simply shake their heads and say that, hopefully, he is on his way out. But politics in Italy seem to be as confusing as politics are anywhere in the world, and nothing can be done immediately.

In the mean time life will go on. We will take the train to Rome tomorrow and from thence homeward. And once we are back on familiar soil, we will, I know, look to our right every morning hoping to see Trevi sitting high on the crest of the hill.


About Maureen C. Wartski

I’m Maureen Wartski, writer, artist, wife, mother, grandmother; you can see that I have many of the bases covered. I was born in Ashiya, Japan, a (then) small town which lay cradled between sea and mountains. In the evenings, we would walk along the road that ran past Osaka Bay, and a great moon would rise out of the water to turn the world to silver. I’m told that my first words were, “Big moon!” All my life I have felt the tug to write something, draw something, put together something with fabric, string and color, and the urge to create has grown through the years. I suppose, then, that it’s a natural thing that this blog be full of the things that so many of you enjoy doing…drawing, making something with fabric, and writing. Yuri's Brush with Magic, my newest book for middle schoolers follows the adventures of a brother and sister, the magic of words, and the incredible magic of the natural world. I'd love to hear from you! You can send me a note at: My blog is here: Or friend me on Facebook!

2 responses »

  1. Maureen,
    What fun to revisit a place you fell in love with before heading back home. If I squint my eyes, I can imagine a castle in one spot of this photograph. My mind automatically transformed the brown landforms of the farmland. Isn’t it great to use our imaginations? Likewise, isn’t it great to use our senses when we’re actually present physically? I’m glad you had such a wonderful time.
    Linda A.

  2. Hi, Linda–

    We are back home! Italy seems so far away, now, as indeed it is. But oh, what a lovely country!

    I am going to post my final ‘Italian’ blog… Rome and FOOD… soon.
    Thank you for reading….


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s