Italian Villa

I’m in my temporary place for the next two weeks. I just listened to the Church bells chime the hour. First they rang nine times, and then another set of bells chimed about 30 times. Five minutes later, I heard the bells chime nine times again. I love it. There is a Church right across the street from my open window. I don’t know who else is chiming. There’s a little chapel at the villa around the corner, so maybe that’s one of the culprits. Aunt Aleta and Uncle Bern live in a little town called Vilalta, which is near Vicenza, about an hour from Venice. This area especially is kind of an agricultural community. It’s beautiful. Here’re a couple of pictures I took on the way to the Vetter home:

So this is the neighborhood. I think I’m falling in love. I can’t imagine a more perfect place to stay in Italy. I want to go for a run in the morning. For now, it feels good to finally be clean, and I’m going to have a great sleep tonight, I’m sure. Jet lag - who, me?