Terno d’Isola

waiting. . .

Originally uploaded by nonsonoitaliana

I have lived in this little village for exactly two years.

This is something of a record for me.

Last night, after a three day delay because of the heavy rain, we held the 24th annual Palio, or race. Siena has theirs, with horses, and we have ours, with donkeys. I have only missed one in the last four years, and that’s because I was in the states.

It was evening, after dinner, and a good crowd showed up despite the time and it being a work day and all. And it was fabulous, as usual, with the neighborhoods parading in their “medieval” costumes, and the donkeys showing their natural dignity, and the piazza was full afterwards with folks visiting, drinking, eating ice cream, playing. . .

What is happening to me? Am I actually developing a relationship with this tiny place and its people? I’ll let you know next year. . .


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