The smell of not-winter was immediate as soon as I got off the plane. It's raining now -- raining pretty good, actually, not like the half-assed drizzle we used to get here a lot. If it's still raining when we get done with lunch, we will go to San Gregorio in the rain. We've done it before. I greeted the eucalyptus by the side of the road (startling the guys as I called, "I can smell you!" out the car window). I had forgotten a lot. The shape of the evergreens is not like the shape of our evergreens at home. The tile on the roofs: we don't have that at home. It's kind of neat, but a good snowstorm would ruin half the tiles. (Are you having a good snowstorm without me, Minneapolitans? Curse my timing!)
timprov's aunt Judy had a hearty stew and bread and salads and baked apples and wine and biscotti waiting for us when we got there. Mmmmmmmmmm. And the stew was not half onions. I hate it when you have a perfectly good stew otherwise and keep running into excessive onions.
So here's the thing about my mail: I cannot access mail that was already in my inbox yesterday afternoon. I can get new stuff you send me, but the old stuff is stuck inaccessible at home until I get there. So if you e-mailed me something you'd like me to know before Friday, please re-send it to my gmail account, or just re-send it. I should be able to pick up new stuff. Mark has fixed it for the moment. Ah, the joys of travel.
Soon: stuff. Then: more stuff. Yep.