Stepping out of Ristorante Perbacco briefly to take a break from our marathon cooking class with Ernesto yesterday, a flock of sheep wandered by the banks of the Topino river.  The tinkling of bells around their necks created a soothing symphony punctuated by the occasional bleat.  A local Cannarese boy, watching the procession from his bike just a few yards away struck up a conversation with me.  When I responded to his question with non capisco he asked if I was a tourist – they don’t get many in our little village of Cannara.  My Italian then kicked into gear and he smiled when I told him I was from America.  He wished me a good stay and then took off on his bike and a few minutes later I was back inside Perbacco, ready to sit down and enjoy the fruits of our labors.

Just when nature gives you a punch to the gut she reminds you how sweet she can be.  Life is good in Cannara.  Life is good in Umbria.

Life is good.

Ci vediamo!
Bill and Suzy