It’s a rainy, gray day here in Nashville. Bleckh.
But what better remedy for the dismal grayness than to let my mind wander back to a brilliantly sunny day when we biked through the Umbrian countryside to the charming hillside village of Spello.
Hello, Spello. Hello, Spello. That is really fun to say.
Oh, Spello. How I long for your blooming flower boxes and squiggly streets. How I long to taste the delights of your prosciutto or your gelato. It was a charmed day, that day in Spello.