My family lives in the region of Emilia-Romagna, the Romagna part. They’re about a half hour outside of the city of Forli’ and are spread out between the piccoli paesi of Civitella di Romagna, Cusercoli, and Meldola, none of which are more than a 10 minute drive from the other.
As a kid, I lived and went to school in Philadelphia. But I spent a lot of time here too, in the summers. When I think of home, these are the two places that always come to mind. The places where, no matter how long I’ve been away or how much has changed, the people, sights, smells stay and linger. These are the places to which I will always return.
I recently took a trip up there to visit everyone and snapped this photo of the romagnolo countryside, just about a five minute drive from Cusercoli.
Bizarre. I took long walk around Rome this evening with some friends and the city seemed strangely empty. It’s not quite as warm as it was yesterday, and there was a little bit of lightening, but there was hardly anyone about.
We started in Piazza della Repubblica, then had a friend drive us to Trastevere. After a while, we crossed the Tiber and walked to Largo Argentina and the Pantheon, stopped for some gelato (marrons glaces, nutella, and torrone for me), then walked over to Piazza di Spagna, Piazza del Popolo, Villa Borghese, back to Spagna, and down Via Sistina to Piazza Barberini.
The strangest sensation was standing at the top of the Spanish Steps, looking out over the Piazza and Via Condotti, with only one other couple. Tutto per noi.
Here’s a photo of Piazza della Repubblica: