Che giornatta perfetta! What a perfect day! After an uncomfortable bus ride, we stopped for lunch and an Aperol spritz (me) and gin and tonic (Caleb). We walked down to the area where I stayed ten years ago, a much calmer beach, Fornillo. We grabbed gelat
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
