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Tamsin Haggis's avatar

Absolutely beautiful!

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Christina Bieber Lake's avatar

Thank you for this beautiful work! By the way, as a longtime member of Calm, I think I’ve listened to your yurt story about 121 times over the years. It had a unique relaxing effect on my imagination, even though it made me want to stay in one of the yurts so badly!

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Dr Vicki Connop's avatar

Just beautiful Candace, and so evocative of time spent in Umbria ❤

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Ine Beerten's avatar

Smiling while reading this, laughing out loud when aunt Vera asked if you visited the basilica... Thanks for sharing these colourful stories, Candace!

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Rachielle Sheffler's avatar

Just the most beautiful thing I read today! I just recently went to Italy, but did not get to Assisi.

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Donna Druchunas's avatar

This brings me joy. Thank you.

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The Photo Imaginarium's avatar

This is so beautiful and charming.

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Jose Bonifacino's avatar

🫶🫶🫶

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Notes from the Dragon's Nest's avatar

Thank you for bringing all of these stories and illustrations of Italy together, Candace! I want to visit Umbria! I love that there is a special artisanal watercolor shop that makes paints of specifically Italian colors!

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Frances Leones's avatar

Wonderful work. Like unfurling a precious scroll inscribed with a story.

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Waves's avatar

I live in Perugia, chief town of Assisi. Thanks to Candace, she described beautifully Umbrian hills and the colors I love so.

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Waves's avatar

I live in Perugia, chief town of Assisi. Thanks to Candace, she described beautifully Umbrian hills and the colors I love so.

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katsden's avatar

lovely!

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Switter’s World's avatar

Beautiful, Candace. I also love the cypress trees in Italy.

I once drove from Frankfurt to a village in Switzerland, where I stayed overnight and discovered the people there spoke Romansh, a language completely foreign to my ears. Early the next morning, I headed south to Italy, got lost in Milan for an hour or so, continued to head south until I started seeing cypress trees. As I was enjoying the trees, I saw a sign for the town of Parma. In Idaho, we have a town called Parma, which has a little airstrip with a giant cottonwood tree growing very close to the end of the runway, but instead of growing wheat, our Parma grows tons and tons of onions.

I continued south until I arrived at the outskirts of Rome (we also have a Rome on the eastern border of Oregon, but our Rome has only a handful of buildings on the banks of the Owyhee River that was named after some Hawaiian fur trappers who were lost near there and never found), I hired a taxi driver to lead me to my hotel and as I followed, he turned a corner and suddenly, I was driving straight toward St. Peter’s Basilica.

When one is tired of Italy, one is tired of life.

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The Sawyer's Daughter's avatar

Lovely!!

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Sue Cauhape's avatar

I love it when you joined your series of stories together in a full article like this. It's lovely to reread the stories and to see how the themes blend together.

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