It was a long walk up the mountain almost to the ancestral castle ruins of St. Thomas Aquinas. It was with some relief that the Hat and his flock had long since disappeared up the steep switchback wooden path and stairs leading to the castle. I couldn’t keep up so I did not try. It was wonderfully quiet in the glorious Italian sun on the side of a mountain. it was just me, the bees, the lizards, and the swallowtails. There were benches placed at the turns in the switchback where I would sit and look out on the Valle di Comino, and think about getting up and making another ascent.
January 4th, 2019
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