Today I went for a long walk outside of the city walls and stumbled upon an old cemetery. I was immediately struck at how beautiful it was. It was surrounded by a small orchard and each grave had fresh flowers, lights, white pebbles or rose bushes growing around it. There wasn't one grave left alone, abandoned, decrepit or forgotten. An elderly man standing in the orchard, staring off into the countryside, broke his spell long enough to give me a buongiorno and smile. It's the small, day to day things that count and that you never forget.

I also was able to see my brother last night in Arezzo, a near by city, for a great dinner and talk. We got to talking about our European experiences and planning for when one of my sisters comes to Portugal in July. Life just keeps getting better by the day because I always have something to look forward too.

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And my happy, thursday morning walk song: