Maggio. The month in Italy when the rondine (swallows) sing and circle in the air,“announcing their place in the family of things.”  Irises cover the Italian countryside, which is dotted with delicate red poppies. The wisteria hang wistfully on their vines. It’s breathtaking. The greening of spring, May flowers after a few months of showers, breathes life into us once again. La Dolce Vita is alive and well.

This season I have been surrounded with friends; dear loved ones have come from near and far. My Italian friend Lisa had a baby at home in 45 minutes, like blowing out a candle flame. Ho soffiato la bambina, I blew her out softly. Life can be easy when we breathe, in tune with what moves us.
Living from this place is the antidote to the worries and uncertainties that plague us, the uncontrollable fear of the world falling apart.

Beauty is in the small kindnesses that are unexpected, the poignant transitions and sweetness of life and leaving that bring us more into the present,  grateful to have loved and lived.



As the world turns, why not find the time to be ravished by the enchantment of the world? Why not let ourselves glimpse, first-hand, that the world is not an imagined and scary unknown, but a deep and nourishing expression of our humanity?
If travel is out of the question, take someone a May flower and smile instead. Saying nothing, leave the gesture open to the receiver’s imagination. It only takes a knowing glance to wake the heart from its slumber.
We invite you join us on one of our upcoming adventures. We promise they will delight and put a whole-hearted smile on your face.
Off to Sicily!
With love,