Posted inEurotrip 2025
How we drove into it (part 13)
Bringing Mo home turned memory into motion: valleys, relatives, old wounds, lake light, and the strange peace of being seen.
Posted inStream of Waffleness
Polenta, gossip, and the smell of home
After forty countries, summer in my forgotten valley still smells like lake, espresso, polenta, and the slow certainty of belonging.