So here I am again on a plane with Candace heading to Rome. Richard left two weeks ahead of me. He a

A year has passed since our last visit to the Sabina. In 2012 Richard travel northern california coast winter and I and our friend Candace decided to spend a full month in Italy basing ourselves in the hilltown of Casperia in the Province of Rieti which is about and hour and a half from Rome.
Of course there is so much to see in Italy, but rather than spreading ourselves thin cramming in twenty cities in thirty days, we decided to go deep and see what it was like to spend an entire month in one place... There was no question that this was the right thing to do... Our decision paid us back in amazing rewards, new friendships, and rich experiences we could never have imagined.
So here I am again on a plane with Candace heading to Rome. Richard left two weeks ahead of me. He and his tap shoes have been exploring Firenze and Perugia, the capital of Umbria, before he headed down to Casperia and Il Sogno to get things ready for my arrival.
Richard plans to take pictures of his tap shoes visiting the sites in all the places he visits during his tour for a future blog posting. So far he has sent pictures of his tap shoes in a number of places in Florence and Perugia. travel northern california coast winter Early on in the trip he sent me this photo of his shoes taking in the view of the ancient travel northern california coast winter Forum Boarum and Santa Maria in Cosmedin Church, the home of the famous Bocca della Verità , from the window of his hotel room in Rome. Candace has her shoes off and on the seat beside her. They are iridescent in the reading lights of the darkened cabin and I think they are beautiful... "If Richard can take photos of shoes, why can't we?" I think.
We arrive in Munich, elated but confused. Somehow in our fatigue and jetlag (Candace has been flying back and forth from Europe to drop off Richard then pick me up, and I have been working long and hard hours teaching English to three different Japanese ESL groups and departed Canada with Candace on a midnight flight to Toronto on the last day of one of the programmes) we have gotten lost in the Munich Terminal and we are losing precious travel northern california coast winter time for our connecting flight to Rome. We get a little panicked, then as usual Candace finds her bearings and guides us through travel northern california coast winter the maze of bureaucracy and architecture to our waiting gate and our Lufthanza flight to Roma.
I have left my English world behind... On the flight from Toronto to Munich I hear French travel northern california coast winter and German mix with English. Arriving in Munich all linguistic familiarity and afinity ceases. I speak five languages in varying degrees of proficiency but German is not one of them... Ich spreche kein Deutsch . .. and I can only understand a few words: ausgang , eingang , über , unter , bitte , danke , saft and kartoffeln . My vocabulary is laughable... Thankfully most Europeans, unlike most North Americans, speak at least three and sometimes more languages, and one of them is usually English...
At the gate for our flight to Rome about a good percentage of the waiting crowd are Italian and finally, travel northern california coast winter the language I have been dying to hear and speak is audible here and there around me... Just a few hours more and I will be home.
By the time Candace and I board the flight we are exhausted. I doze for the first half of the flight travel northern california coast winter but then rouse myself travel northern california coast winter to catch my first glimpse of Italy through the sliver travel northern california coast winter of window to my left. Are those the Alps or the Appenines? Where are we? How much longer do we have.
As time passes I notice not only mountains but some flatlands and some lakes as well. Is that Lake Bolsena or Lago di Bracciano? My grasp of the geography of the Etruscan side of the Tiber is tenuous at best... but if that river down there is the Tiber...
I crane my neck to see the lush green countryside west of the mountain and see stretches travel northern california coast winter of Saint Frances' sacred valley, the Valle di Rieti. As the airplane descends enroute to Rome I think I recognise Fara in Sabina and Monte Soratte. I can feel my pulse racing... We are almost there...
We touch down at Leonardo da Vinci Airport. Candace, who has flown all the way to Vancouver from Europe to take me to Rome on a pass must turn around and immediately fly back to Canada. She has a number of work flights to do and some exams to write before she can come back to join us in Casperia. I am in awe of her stamina and even more of the depth of her friendship.
I take out my Wind cellphone which I charged in Vancouver before my departure and press the button to turn it on. The sound of the familiar signature travel northern california coast winter chime of four ascending notes makes me smile... travel northern california coast winter There are a few euros credit left on the phone from last year. Time to see if I can still make calls...
In turn I phone three friends: Alessandra in Rome, Clelia in Tuscania, and Massimo travel northern california coast winter in nearby Fiumicino. I am exhausted travel northern california coast winter from the flight and my Italian is rusty, but no one seems to mind. It is so great to hear their voices. I tell them I have arrived safely and that I look forward to seeing them as soon as possible. Then I try Richard.
The train from the airport to Poggio Mirteto Station departs every half hour on the Orte Line and takes 90 minutes. The next available train for Poggio Mirteto will depart at 2:28 getting me to Poggio Mirteto Scalo around four.
A graffitti covered train glides magestically into Fiumicino station. I gather my bags and climb board for this second last leg of my journey to Casperia... 90 minutes of train travel will be followed by one last leg of 20 minutes on a bus.
I find a seat on the right hand side of the train. The further north I get, this side of the train will afford me my first views of the Sabine hill. It is a beautiful sunny day in Italy. The train is not that crowded, and slowly begins to empty out as we pass through Rome. We pass through Roma Trastevere where I bought my Wind cell phone a year ago, then slowly glide on to Roma Ostiense with its Mussolini era station building beside the ancient pyramid tomb of Cestius and the nearby Protestant cemetery.
The Cimitero Acattolico di Roma is a popular tourist attraction. travel northern california coast winter The remains of poets John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley and those of Danish sculptor Hendrik Christian Andersen are buried her among those of many other illuminaries.
My train rumbles travel northern california coast winter on. Across from me sit a middle-aged Italian couple seemingly recently returned from a romantic holiday in the Caribbean. We strike up a conversation that lasts until they get off at Monte Rotondo. I am now only a few stations away from my destination. To my right climb the umbrella pine crowned hills of the Sabina while on my left sometimes visible through the scrim of trees that rim its banks meander the silver waters of the Tiber.
We pass through the station for Fara in Sabina. Less than a half hour drive northeast from the station in an exquisite green valley oasis lies the Carolingian era Abbazia di Farfa, one of medieval travel northern california coast winter era Italy's most powerful abbeys. But I am not thinking so much of the beautiful church as I am of the amazing bed linens travel northern california coast winter we hope to buy at the artisanal textile shop on the Abbey's grounds...
My mind floods with the memories of our time in the Sabina travel northern california coast winter in 2012. Every hill, every twist of the Tiber has a memory of breathtaking views, time spent with amazing friends, or an unforgettable meal.
As the train slows down and glides into Poggio Mirteto Scalo, I crane my neck for a glimpse of Ecofattorie Sabine where we bought our organic cheese, sausages, and other ingredients for so many delicious meals. I have half a mind to drag my bags the 400 metres or so from the train station to the shop and stock up, but I am expecting that the bus to Casperia will be arriving soon and that the less things I have to carry, the better.
travel northern california coast winter The first thing that hits you when you get off the train in the Sabina is the wood fire smoke-perfumed air. It is olive pruning season and the farmers in the surrounding hills gather the olive trimmings together in piles and burn them for weeks on end. Then there is also the smell of kitchen fires. Here in the Sabina most of the bread and even much of the cakes and pastry people eat are baked in wood fired ovens. My head reels, as much with the myriad of memories this smell brings as from the smoke itself. travel northern california coast winter I close my eyes for a moment and take in breath after deep breath, feeling the fatigue of my long journey slip away. I am home... well almost.
I grab my bags and walk back toward travel northern california coast winter the station to where the carpark is and wait. The minutes tick by. A number travel northern california coast winter of cars drive up to pick up or drop off other people who head into the bar for a coffee. Then a bus bound for Casperia also pulls in, soon followed by Richard and Mara in Mara's red car.
The 20 minute journey from Poggio Mirteto to Casperia is a blur. The salutary effects of the woodsmoke in the Sabine Hill air gave way to a heady mix of excitement, fatique and sensory overload. I rode up front with Mara, Nicoleta's mother, and Richard rode in the back.
What I do remember thinking was that Nicoleta's mother was a real dear to come all the way from Casperia to pick me up and how grateful I was to be on the final leg of my journey travel northern california coast winter in a car travelling over beloved and very familiar roads.
As Mara's car took us up and out of the Tiber valley a breathtaking view of the hilltown-studded Colli Sabini appeared on our right. Mara very graciously slowed down the car to allow me to take a picture of far off Catino with its 1200 year-old pentagonal tower. So many memories. Ciao Giorgio!
A few more minutes travel northern california coast winter down the road and up loomed Cantalupo in all its glory. Despite its proximity to Casperia, we had never gotten around to a visit during our past stays and I hoped we could rectify that this time around.
Though other hill towns reveal themselves travel northern california coast winter from far off, you don't get to see Casperia until you are almost upon her. As the road twists and turns she hides herself like a tease behind the wooded slopes of Montefiolo and the spur of rock upon which the comune's picturesque cemetery perches. travel northern california coast winter Then, just as the car rounds a curve along the base of the cemetery hill, she appears.
Mara manoeuvred her car through the bustling