We've been gone
To Italy and back
For a whole month!
And what a month it has been
Husband Jim started the tradition
of pre-breakfast pastries and coffee
on the balcony
of our hotel in Sorrento, Italy
A boutique ten room hotel just a half block from the main piazza in Sorrento.
We watched Sorrento wake up as we nibbled our pastries and sipped our coffee.
The week before Sorrento
we spent a week in Positano
In that pink villa on the hill
We did have breakfast each morning on the terrace
with a view of the hills of Positano while we watched the sun come over the hill.
But we did not have pre-breakfast pastries and coffee
For to get pastries
We had to climb 93 steps.
These are the "first" 60 something -- which leads down from the road to the first urn
and more steps.
No, we ate our yogurts and cereals with our tea or coffee or leftover cheese and salami
from the night before's antipasta.
No one wanted to climb to the top for fresh pastries!
The pastry and coffee tradition continued once we were on the
As we cruised across the Atlantic, first one up would go for pastries and coffee
We'd sit on our balcony and watch the ocean.
And then we came home.
We have no balcony.
Our "pastries" on the prairie for the most part are doughnuts.
But Sunday morning (after arriving home late Saturday night)
I went to the market
For two important things . . .
Flowers for the table
Pastries for "pre-breakfast"
Alas, they are doughnuts
But they're cute pumpkin shaped ones
And I did set the table nicer than our two mugs and a plate of pastries
that we enjoyed on those balconies.
My beloved blue and white, of course,
which I so missed the month we were gone.
And no city waking up to view
And no ocean waves to watch
But we did gaze out on our very needy garden
Full of plants that need pulling,
leaves that need raking.
But that will be tomorrow.
For today, it was a chore that everyone who goes to Sorrento does . . .
It's good to be back!
We left with green leaves on the trees and warmish temperatures
We arrived home to bare trees, cooler weather, and pots full of dead annuals.
There was a heavy frost while we were gone!
The begonias are gone for this year!