He called again yestermorning from Bologna and said he loves Italy, and he wishes I were with him there. He felt like weeping because it is so beautiful and he wants to share it with me, wants to walk along the tree-lined streets and drink red wine and shop in the open-air markets with me.
I'll be there soon. Only 25 days until I find him in Domodossola.
In the mean time and it is mean time I'll eat and sleep and work and dance and dance and dance.