Tranquility in a Trullo: Southern Italy

‘There are pieces of us everywhere I step, so I try to step carefully.’

The only excuse I can give for being quiet on the blog is simple: it’s been a quiet life. I doubt either of us realized how many bits and fragments of ourselves we’d dropped along the way.

Staying with Paola and Lavinia has been regrouping and remolding those scatterings into our ‘nows.’

The Trullo, the countryside and Paola’s way of life are amazing. Time doesn’t exist here. Being an artist, re-philosophizing your way of life and finding contentment are a natural part of this world.

Yes, I realize I’m either waxing romantic or semantics, but this unexpected break has helped me realize some of those forgotten cravings.

The ones that are healthy, like pushing myself to meet my personal writing expectations rather than just writing to write.

Armando’s made a beautiful film about Paola and the Trullo: Paola Azzaretti Portrait. It won’t make you zen, but at least it’ll give you a glimpse into what we’ve been up to the last week.

Of course, even feeling so serene at the moment doesn’t ignore the funny of life.

We’ve met some pretty amazing people who live locally. A woman who goes each year to Mongolia, stays for a few months and brings back Mongolian ‘tents,’ Yurtas or Garre.

She’s also a photographer that manages to capture the wisdom of the Mongolian children.

These kind of people, these experiences, make us realize how much potential we have. I am not, nor will I ever, disparage the second love of my life: Mork.