I think - and hope and dream - that on one of the Tuscan hills we've been traveling through for the last several days, fringed by olive trees, with a view of medieval palaces and bell-towers, there is a house for us. A house in the countryside where my kids would grow up surrounded by amazing art and history. (The photo just above is the entrance hall of the public high school that my niece attends in Florence. Can you imagine entering such a school every day?!).
And while I continue to hope and dream (and to dream of the two donkeys cropping the grass around the house - they are a key part of this dream after all), I'm so grateful that I've been able to see the Tuscan hills again - a place that, for all the hype it's received for decades, even centuries, remains incredible.
