I woke up at 4:30 am to dress and pack my bags. Lightning lit up my little room as I prepared to leave. With a hesitant spirit, I left the medieval hotel into a torrential downpour as I made my way, alone, through those ancient streets. Would I encounter the ghosts of St. Francis and his little band of tattered monks….?
Timeless Italy Travels 
Susan—I love your memory—
I’m including a link to a post I wrote years back when I first started the blog—it’s wordy and lengthy and full of error—but like I say, it was early on in this blogging world….but I thought you’d appreciate the tale… 🙂
https://cookiecrumbstoliveby.wordpress.com/2013/03/26/the-twilight-zone-cortona-and-luca-signorelli/
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Wonderful! Thank you, Julie. I will take a look:)
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You video reminiscences would be more compelling if you could insert some pictures of what you’re talking about–do voices-overs to take your guests to Italy with you. Surely you have pictures of Trastevere, Ponte Castel S. Angelo, maybe your Rome hotel that scary night; Assisi, your baggage, Siena. Not to be too critical, but generally “talking heads” get old pretty fast. I’m afraid I often ignore my high school composition teacher’s implied advice, but it’s probably true: “Nothing is so tedious as a story that begins, ‘I remember when….’ “
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Thank you for your honesty, Roberto. I appreciate constructive criticism and, as I’m new at this, will give your advice consideration. Best, Susan
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