Lately I've been lamenting the fact that we live "so far out" in the country, so far removed from the life of the city, from the cradle of civilization that is the centro storico. In reality we are only about 15 kilometers away from the historic city center, but it has just recently seemed so.very.far.away. Intolerably distant. Really, unless you reside in the thick of it, inside the ancient walls where pedestrians and bikes are the norm, then you are too far away from it.
I suspect the thoughts stem partly from the fact that we've kept up a frenzied pace since the start of August. And then Wednesday after school, I had a revelation, of sorts, or perhaps just a reminder. It was the first evening in a long time that all of the kids were out back together.
It was in the moment that I walked out to check on Young One and found eight children and one leash-free dog in and around the sand pit that I was reminded of exactly why we chose our house in our paese, our house so.very.far.away, our house with our gaggle of neighborhood children, the one located in the remote hills of the province. (You know, 15 km away from civilization.) Exactly. At this time, the paese works best for our family. So sorry I forgot that for a bit . . . I have been officially snapped back into reality.