3QQ for Elaine Fox

3QQ is an ongoing blog feature in which we ask authors who are joining Nora for an upcoming Turn the Page Bookstore signing some questions about their current release, upcoming books and anything else that strikes our fancy.

TTP’s next event is this Saturday, September 14 from noon-2 pm.  Joining Nora are the other authors who contributed to the Mirror, Mirror anthology — all of whom are good pals.

elaineToday’s conversation is with Elaine Fox, a newcomer to the JD Robb anthologies, but an author with an impressive list of books that cross romance subgenres from historicals to romantic comedies.  A creative soul, Elaine’s varied interests include needlework, jewelry making, wine, and yoga.  And writing.

1. All the stories in Mirror, Mirror are loosely linked by an overarching fairy tale theme.  You chose a classic in your novella “Beauty, Sleeping.”  Were you a fan of fairy tales growing up?

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Of course I loved all the Disney versions, and had a book of Grimms’ with some wonderfully gruesome and detailed pictures, but I chose this one in kind of a backwards way. In trying to choose my fairy tale, I joked about how hard it would be to use Sleeping Beauty because one of the main characters is unconscious throughout the nearly whole story. (“Darling, at last I’ve found you!” cried the prince. “    ,” said Beauty.) Talk about a challenge!

But the more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became, and once I decided that the ‘sleep’ could be metaphorical, I hit on the idea of a ghost – ghost stories being right up there with fairy tales in my pantheon of childhood muses.

2. Could you tell us a little about “Beauty, Sleeping?”

Sure. So, the ghost idea. Instead of sleeping, my character would be a ghost – but not a dead-person ghost. No, in keeping with the original fairy tale, my character was cursed by an evil fairy because his parents didn’t invite her to his christening. (Really. Evidently fairies hate not being invited to parties.) But instead of being sentenced to sleep for a number of years he was turned into a ghost.

In a further twist on the tale I made my sleeper the hero, and it isn’t until the heroine buys the house he’s caught in that he has a chance to be made ‘real’ again.

More subtly, I wanted to play with the idea of other beautiful things sleeping too, such as the house – which stood empty for decades – and my heroine, who had never found love before, etc., so the story is about a kind of beauty in general, sleeping.

3. You’ve written romances with a fair amount of history, romantic comedies and romances with dogs as important secondary characters.  What compelled you to try different types of stories?  And what are you reading now?

I started out writing time travel romances, which can have the benefit of being both contemporary and historical. So for somebody who’s indecisive like me they’re perfect! Which makes the short answer: I just change my mind a lot. But mostly I like variety because it keeps my writing fresh. Time travels offer a writer the challenge of creating a story the reader has to recognize as ‘real’ (because they’re living a contemporary life too), and turning it into the fantasy world of the historical. After that, writing a straight historical – which requires a different kind of voice – was another challenge. Writing a completely contemporary story was for me the final frontier.

The dog books were a way to indulge my love of dogs, and to appeal to people who, like me, love their pets. Using dogs as devices to either get the hero and heroine together or keep them apart also made for great comic opportunities, which I am always looking for (and not just in writing!)

Right now I’m reading Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter, who is so creatively uninhibited it’s inspiring. I also just finished reading Secret Sister, by Emelle Gamble, a book that makes you believe in the magic of love even in the complicated, confusing and messy world of modern life.

For more information about Elaine check out her website and  Facebook page.

And even if you can’t make it to the signing, you can order books now and the marvelous Turn the Page staff will have the authors sign the books before the event is over.

 

 

3QQ for Mary Kay McComas

3QQ is an ongoing blog feature in which we ask authors who are joining Nora for an upcoming Turn the Page Bookstore signing some questions about their current release, upcoming books and anything else that strikes our fancy.

TTP’s next event is this Saturday, September 14 from noon-2 pm.  Joining Nora are the other authors who contrimary_kay_mccomas3_smbuted to the Mirror, Mirror anthology — all of whom are good pals.

Today we’re chatting with Mary Kay McComas, a long time Nora pal.  Mary Kay spent the first part of her career writing Loveswepts for Bantam.  She’s been a frequent contributor to the JD Robb anthologies with novellas that take the overall theme and tweak it to Mary Kay’s point of view.  Her first two books from William Morrow/Harper Collins Pub

have garnered positive reviews and she’s hard at work on her next book.

Oh, and her math skills go in some interesting directions.  Read on!

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1. The stories in Mirror, Mirror are loosely connected by a fairy tale theme.  You chose to retell The Little Match Girl — what drew you to that story?

Actually, I’ve always thought that particular Hans Christian Andersen tale was pretty grim –hardly the sort of story I’d tell my children before bed. I’ve never liked it. So when I saw it on a list of potential fairy tales I curled my lip at it and moved on. Until I remembered that the Brothers Grimm also wrote a story about a little orphaned girl, poor and homeless, who kind-heartedly gives away what little she has to those even less fortunate and ends up naked, starving and freezing in the woods. Then, as she clings desperately to her last ray of hope, a bright star passes overhead and rains down a great fortune to repay her selflessness. Yes, okay, another dark story but it has a more upbeat ending … and a moral!

Also, as it happened, I had just read about the Once in a Civilization comet ISON that is due to appear around Christmas time of 2013. It’s predicted to be 15 times brighter than a full moon and in some places visible to the naked eye in daylight — it seemed like a sure fit for the magic in my story.

And there you have my 6 – 4 + 7 – 2 + 4 = 10 process for storytelling. My tale is a mix of The Little Matchstick Girl and The Star Money and my fascination with ISON, The Christmas Comet.

2. Could you share a little of the story of “The Christmas Comet?”

Sure. Natalie was a child of the streets until she was adopted by a family who gave her love and taught her that any kindness given to others would be returned to her 10 fold. She’s caught in the giving phase of this theory, and while there is peace in her soul and joy in her heart, her tangible returns are exactly nil and she’s dug herself into a financial and legal pit that’s about to cave in on her. There’s an adorable policeman who watches over her while she tends to the indigent and a happy ending that’s more Grimm than Andersen, so to speak.

3. What are you writing now?

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Presently, I’m working on a third novel set in the same town as my last two stories — What Happened to Hannah and Something About Sophie. So far I have a title, Don’t Ask Alice, and that’s about it. All I have to do now is figure out what not to ask her. So here I am again 3 + 5 – 4 ….

For more of about Mary Kay, though I can’t promise more math, check out her website and  Facebook page.

And even if you can’t make it to the signing, you can order books now and the marvelous Turn the Page staff will have the authors sign the books before the event is over.

3 QQ for R.C. Ryan (aka Ruth Ryan Langan)

3QQ is an ongoing blog feature in which we ask authors who are joining Nora for an upcoming Turn the Page Bookstore signing some questions about their current release, upcoming books and anything else that strikes our fancy.

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TTP’s next event is this Saturday, September 14 from noon-2 pm.  Joining Nora are the other authors who contributed to the Mirror, Mirror anthology — all of whom are good pals.

First up is Ruth Ryan Langan who also writes as R.C. Ryan.  Nora and Ruth met at the very first Romance Writers of America conference in 1981.  Both were newly published and very starstruck by the authors attending.  Fortunately, they found each other and a friendship that’s spanned three decades and counting was born.
Nora and Ruth have roomed together at RWA since 1983 — and the stories they have to tell about those conferences would take days to finish.  Unfortunately, they banished juiciest ones to the cone of silence, so you’ll just have to take my word on the subject.

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1. Mirror, Mirror is the 14th time you’ve teamed up with Nora and other writing pals for an anthology.  What’s the appeal for you in writing stories that are loosely linked by a theme?
I love the challenge of writing a story set to a  ‘theme’.  Whether it’s my version of extreme Twilight Zone,  what lies on the other side of this life as we know it, or my own take on a  familiar nursery rhyme, it challenges me. 
Writing shorter stories is an art form all its  own.  The author has to establish the characters quickly, engage the reader  immediately, and, of course, tell a satisfying story.  Since I cut my writing teeth on smaller books, I learned how to pare down my work and still satisfy my readers.  It’s all part of this on-going creative process.
And then, of course, there’s the chance to do all this with good pals.  These are people I love and respect. That makes it so much more fun. 

2. Can you tell us a little about “Stroke of Midnight”?

Sydney has had some hard knocks in life.  After  losing her mother at an early age, her artist father married again, to a  woman with older twin daughters, believing his beloved Sydney would be surrounded by women who would make up for that painful loss.  He was wrong.  Upon his death his widow dissolves his estate, selling his paintings for a quick infusion of money to start her twin daughters on their road to fame and fortune. 
In a poor section of New York City Sydney becomes a teacher, and to feed her artistic soul, teaches art in the evening at a local community center.  When her stepmother drops off a box of her father’s old  things, Sydney discovers something in the pocket of his favorite shirt that will change her life.  It is enough money for a visit to his hometown in Ireland. 
Thus begins a saga that will introduce her to a delightful man who could be the lover of her dreams, or a charming con-artist.  And it all happens in a magical place where, if you truly believe, dreams do come true.

3. Your books written as R.C. Ryan feature the patented Ruth Ryan Langan loving families, but with a more Western flavor.  What’s been the most fun about cowboys and what’s up ahead now that we’ve finished with Quinn, Josh and Jake Conway?

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I just can’t help myself.  I love a sexy cowboy. Even more, I love writing the family saga.  Long, three-part series about several generations of cowboys and the women in their lives just  satisfies my soul.  There’s just something special about the rugged people  who live on the land, dealing with everything from the fickle weather, to  the demands of every-day life on a sprawling  ranch. 
For me, the most fun is that these are real  people.  They don’t dress up and go to fancy dinner parties.  They’re  not interested in Gucci bags and Manolo Blahnik shoes.  They wear faded denims and plaid shirts and wide-brimmed hats.  And that’s just the women. < g> 
They’re smart and savvy and read good books and travel, but their hearts are always centered on the things that matter to a  rancher – family, country, and doing the right thing even when it hurts.
As much as I love QUINN, JOSH and JAKE, I’ve already moved on.  I’ve just completed Book 2 of my next 3-book series for Grand Central Publishing.  We haven’t settled on a title for the series.   But as soon as we do, I’ll have it up on my website and on my Facebook page.  I hope all my readers will be as happy with this crazy, sexy, loving family as they’ve been with my earlier ones.  I can’t wait to hear from them.
If you can’t make it to the signing, you can always place an order for the books available at the event and have your copy of any of RC Ryan’s books as well as Mirror, Mirror signed by the authors.

Are you a “Norist?”

During a chat with Nora’s British editor at RWA, we discussed the upcoming Cousins O’Dwyer Trilogy and wondered if Ashford Castle would see a bump in reservations from the series, the way Inn Boonsboro did on the heels of The Inn Boonsboro Trilogy.  (In fact, Little Brown UK plans a contest around the release of Dark Witch in October and the prize will be a stay at Ashford Castle!  Details to come.)

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Nora and Antonia Hodgson from Little Brown UK

Antonia, Nora’s Little Brown UK editor, said she liked to call that boost in guests at the Inn — and potentially Ashford Castle —  “Norism” while the readers who arrange travel based on Nora’s books are “Norists.”  It seems to me that Norists probably have more fun than any other sort of travelers: they are visiting places they loved reading about, they usually travel with like minded friends or (at the very least) patient family members.

Now that we’ve finished with the Italy travelogues, as the summer draws to a close in the Northern Hemisphere while spring dawns in the Southern Hemisphere, I have to ask:  Have you ever set a vacation around one of Nora’s books or series — for instance Ireland, Maryland’s Eastern Shore, Boonsboro?  Or do you plan to?

Please share in the comments. If you have any, please send along any photos of such a trip to me at LMReeth@gmail.com and we can create an album.

 

Home — and some notes

We left the villa and Tuscany on a gorgeous morning.  But first there were hugs and goodbyes–and a recipe from Antonella for her  amazing tiramisu. Kat has promised to make it for our New Year’s Day open house.  Yummmm! 

Our ladies would be greeting new guests that  afternoon–a party of thirteen–eight of them children!! I could make a kids electric cars list of brands and models by the time they were doing bringing in all the toys – as we loaded up our luggage
 
Kat didn’t sign the guestbook. Instead she did the  most amazing pencil sketch of the view from the bedroom window–with the window  as the frame.
Off we go for the airport with our printed directions  and our GPS. Sunshine and blue skies and the gorgeous hills, farmland and  gardens and pretty houses.
 
We only got a bit turned around once, in the town that  boasts the little airport we’re using–narrow streets, many turns, more traffic  than we’ve had the last week.
 
But there it is, the small regional airport. 
 
We’re surprised when we pull up and get out. It  appears to be closed.
 
One slight moment of panic, then Jason wanders off a ways, sees the plane out on the tarmac. It’s a bit of a distance, but I see a  guy in an orange vest, see the white shirt of the pilot. We wave and call, but  it’s too noisy. I, however, always travel with the skill I inherited from my  mother. I put my thumb and index finger between my lips, and blow. My whistle is  awesome.
 
The figures turn, return our wave. The orange-vested  guy finally comes up to the fence, tells us he’ll open up in a  minute.
 
And he does. We have to wait for a cop to clear our  passports, so he calls one. He puts our luggage on a cart. I ask about the Vat  return. It’s Saturday, he says, so we can just put the unsealed envelopes in the  box. On Monday they’ll stamp, seal and mail.
 
Okay then. When I do, I notice the box is stuffed with  envelopes. I’m sure they’ll get around to it eventually.
 
Onto the plane, headed by the same crew that brought  us to Italy. Since we’re, literally, the only ones there, we take off without  delay. The advantage of a tiny airport that’s basically closed on the  weekends.
 
Long, uneventful flight, a quick stop in Bangor for  Customs, then back up for the shorter leg home.
 
More hugs. We had such a good time traveling with  Jason and Kat. Lots of fun, lots of relaxing, lots of walking, shopping, eating.  A truly fabulous vacation all around.
 
Excited dogs greet us–Where have you been? Of course,  it’s pretty much the same greeting if we’re gone ten minutes. 
 
Managed to unpack one suitcase last night, then said  tomorrow’s soon enough.
 
All done now, and fun to organize all the Christmas  gifts, to put away all the pretty things.
 
I have sunflowers of my own out my kitchen window. Not  the stupendous oceans of them I left behind in Tuscany, but they make me  smile–and the view out my office window now is thick and green with summer.  It’s nice to be home.
Nora
 
And now, here are links to some of the things mentioned in Nora’s travelogues.
In Florence, they stayed at the gorgeous Relais Santa Croce.  In Tuscany, they found IL Palazzi by working with Via Villas.  Locally, the villa is known as IL Cocetto.
Nora’s workout library included the following titles (you can google them or go to You Tube for clips to see if they would work for you):
 

Rodney Yee’s Power Yoga – Total Body Workout

Kari Anderson Center Floor

Jennifer’s Kries’ Three  Dimensional Workout and Flow Power Yoga

Ten Minute Solutions: Pilates Perfect Body.

Zyrka Landwijt Yoga Flow, Saraswati  River Tradition.

Seane Corn Detox Flow Yoga

Denise Austin’s Hit The Spot  Pilates

Thanks for reading!

Laura

 

Italy travelogue, part XXIII

A pretty perfect final day–hot, sunny and breezy. After my workout  and a big, gorgeous peach, I do a little packing, a little organizing. Then BW,  Kat and I go of to La Foce with its big beautiful villa and gardens, its olive  groves, and its smallish–we’re told–olive oil business. It’s a nice drive,  fairly close, with Kat competently behind the wheel.
 
We don’t even get lost!
 
At a big archway leading to a courtyard there’s a sign, in Italian  and English. For olive oil tasting hit bell hard. LOL. There’s a big bell and a  hammer/striker. BW does the honors, and it tolls very, very loudly. 
 
We see people–kids. This part of the estate is also a kind of  B&B with several apartments for guests. Looks like a lovely place to stay. A  Brit couple manages it, and the woman answers the gong.
 
We wait briefly for her husband, and he takes us around, into a  good-sized basement area and the olive pressing equipment. A couple big, shiny  tankish things, a few big shiny vats. Since I tell him I do want to know, he  explains how it’s all done, from harvesting on Old Soul’s day with tools that  look like hands to the pressing machine that makes what he calls green pudding,  then the filtering, separating the slurry from the oil. The slurry, after a year  as it’s initially too strong–goes back into the soul as compost. Nothing’s  wasted.
 
They get about one bottle from each tree, which explains why they  have a thousand or so.
 
The oil never sees the light of day after going in the presser  until the can or bottle is opened.
 
We sample the four different oils they make–and a fifth that’s a  special blend of the four. Tiny little plastic cups, and you just toss the oil  back like a shot of tequila. The first is strong and peppery. I like it! Each  has a slightly different flavor, so we pick our favorites and buy some to take  home.
 
I ask him how long he’s lived here, expecting him to say years. 13  months only. They came for three months, as temporary managers during a  transition, loved it and talked the owner into keeping them on.

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The grounds, the buildings, the view? I can understand why they  wanted to stay on.
 
Back to our own villa. Kat and Jason are going on a last  adventure–another castle we can see high on a hill. I boil up some rigatoni and  toss it in some of Antonella’s wonderful red sauce. BW polishes off the last of  the risotto. A pretty, quiet last lunch looking out over the  hills.
 
Some reading, a little more packing, some walking to take in all  the views again.
 
Antonella’s here, fixing dinner. We requested some of our  favorites–a hard choice–for our ‘last supper’. I enjoy some conversation with  her, have some wine, hang out with my gang. We take a fun, trick photo–a  panarama. Jason at the camera, the rest of us posing on the west side of the  lawn looking out. As he pans away, we run  behind him, then plop down in  the chairs BW’s arranged, and are in the photo again on the other side. 
 
Our last sunset is beautiful, soft reds spreading.
 
Dinner is another marvel.
 
Asia comes, and as we’ve expressed interest, bring her two  dogs–both hounds she’s rescued. The first she’s had about a year–a little  thing, sweet as they come who was, she tells us, abandoned as too often hunting  dogs are in the area. Very sick and starving when Asia found her. The bigger  dog, so, so skinny, she found only last week. She takes her to the vet every day  for treatment as she has kidney issues right now. Such a sweet face, and so  gentle and calm. She’s already gained two kilos under Asia’s  care.

I liked Asia right away, but like her even more for her open and  generous heart.
 
We follow tradition and have a last drink with Asia and  Antonella–we’ll miss them!
 
Off to bed just as the moon rises over the trees to the north  east.
This morning, it’s finish packing, a final breakfast, then off  to the airport for the long trip home.
 
We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect two-week holiday, from  the bustle of art-washed Florence, to the absolute glory of the Tuscan  countryside.
 
Nora

Italy travelogue, part XXII

My gang returned from adventures in climbing. Many, many steep  steps it’s reported to reach the castle in Sarteano. The castle will be a  THOUSAND years old next year. A thousand. Years. Old. One of the Borgias sacked  it because, after all, Borgias.
 
They had lunch in the same place we stopped on our drive in. I  missed the pizza–and the old men playing cards, both of which I’d have enjoyed.  But apparently I also missed the ripped and gorgeous Italian studs doing road  work shirtless. BW was driving so no pictures–and Kat confessed she was mostly  just ogling and drooling. LOL.
 
Writing will have to be my righteous reward. Also the reading in  the shade of the big trees, and the unexpected little nap there.
 
And a lovely, lovely evening, with our traditional watching the sun  set, then the big, fat moon rise. More and more time between these events as the  week goes on, and the days grow shorter.
 
On a little walk before dinner I saw the biggest jackrabbit I’ve  ever encountered. For a second I thought it must be a very small deer. But no, a  very big wild hare!
 
This morning is beautiful. I just leaned out the window of my  little ‘office’ to lovely temperatures, a slight breeze. The big sprinkler’s  going down below shooting out mists of water with hardly a sound. The  countryside is quiet and still.
 
I have to pick this morning’s workout and get ready for our last  day.
 
Nora

Italy travelogue, part XXI

Another spectacular sunset last night, and a breath-taking moon  rising in the east. As pretty a night as anyone could ask for. And another  lovely meal out on the patio.
 
Earlier I heard pheasants calling. It’s a sound I haven’t heard in  years as the ones I used to see around home are gone. We heard some other bird  while having dinner–a night bird, but nobody could identify the  sound.
 
A good, strong yoga practice this morning. After I joined BW, and  had a pink grapefruit for breakfast. Delish.
 
The others have gone off exploring–the castle in Sarteano, I  believe is the goal. I opted to stay back and write. A nice chunk done here in  the quiet.
 
Now I think I’ll forage in the fabulous kitchen for a little lunch,  and eat outside, read a book. I think I’ll have a glass of wine with  that!
 
Warmer today, and less breezy–a beautiful afternoon for eating,  drinking and reading.
 
Nora

Italy travelogue, part XX

More on the glory of sunsets. We had more clouds so it’s all golds,  and the patchwork of light on the fields and hills. Then the sun sneaks through  the clouds to make that ball and punch of red. Reds and golds and purples  everywhere. So beautiful.
 
It’s cool and breezy so we eat in the kitchen. It’s seafood night,  and fun to be in there while the cooking’s going on.
 
Delicious.
 
And a couple games of Bananagrams after dinner, then  Zzzzzzz.
 
Still coolish and very breezy in the morning so I do my workout  indoors. My publisher hopes for a cover shot for The Collection here. Actual  makeup! I think we may have hit on a shot that works, with those incredible  hills behind me.
 
Many leftovers, so Kat and I play in the kitchen for lunch. I find  fresh basil, parsley, tomatoes in the garden. She makes a batter for the  leftover calamari to fry it up. Leftover meatballs, slices of salami and cheese,  and the lovely salad Lucia made this morning.
It’s so much fun to play in this kitchen, slice and mince and stir,  then eat out on the patio in the sunlight. We did have to ask Lucia how to turn  on the stove as it defeated even our own Kat-gyver. But we did in most of the  leftovers, and had a good time doing it.
 
I think I might take a walk, enjoy the sunshine. Tomorrow I’ll  carve out some writing time.
 
Nora

Italy travelogue, part XIX

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Photos by Bruce Wilder

 

Storms last night, big booming thunder. BW reports the storm rolled  back a second time, but I slept through that one.
 
Fresh and coolish this morning, and pretty perfect for yoga  outdoors.
 
They’re working in the vineyard again, and the gardeners are here.  BW saw one braiding together a huge sting of onions, which Antonella brought in.  She made break this morning, and the aroma of it perfumed the  kitchen.
 
I gave her an old family recipe for bread pudding–and exchange for  the pesto. I hope she has fun with it.
 
We’re having seafood tonight–fresh catch this  morning.
 
We headed out very late morning to Pienza, a good size village  about 25 minutes away. Lovely, lovely drive through the hills, the vineyards,  the fields–we finally saw a deer, and white, white cows.
 
Parking is challenging, but we finally found a spot, and walk into  town. The pope at the time designed it so the main street curves at both ends  and looks longer. What it is, is charming. Full of little shops,archways and  narrow alleyways, old buildings, an old church and a pretty and smallish  Duomo.
 
We find sneakers for Jason–nice ones, and I spotted a scarf I had  to have for myself. Kat sees canny bottles where you put oil and vinegar in  together, but they stay separate. And in the same interesting little hardware  type store, I find wonderful wooden spoons. I’m a big fan of wooden spoons, and  these are lovely–and a wooden ladle! I love it. I end up with a big handful of  spoons.
 
Lots of dogs here, mostly tiny dogs who are hardly like dogs at  all. Interesting street sculptures, a nice bustle of people. I find a pretty  shirt–two layers that can be worn together or not–one size. The clerk says the  one size is no problem for me, but a problem for her. LOL. And a very cool dress  for Kat.
 
And it’s seriously breezy. Much, much cooler today, and I’m glad I  grabbed a little jacket. The light’s quieter with some clouds, and not so  intense, so the greens of the fields and trees are softer, too. I wish I’d seen  it all in the rain.
We walk out to an overlook–breathtaking views of the hills, the  trees. And onto lunch where I had a salad with chunks of apples and oranges.  There’s the cutest baby at the table beside ours. His mother’s trying to feed  him, but he keeps grinning, laughing, turning his head away to look at  us.
 
Of course we laugh with him. Mama’s very good natured about  it. 
 
More walking, and a trip into the Duomo. So pretty, with lots of  light and a hushed air.
 
It’s gelato next! I got a mix of vanilla and chocolate that brings  tears to the eyes. Just gorgeous–though Jason touted his peach gelato as  exceptional.
We obey a sign that says: Try the sheep’s cheese. It’s pretty  great. I don’t buy it–a little hard to take home, but I do buy a container–as  does Kat–of dried chili peppers. They have some olive oil here steeped with  them, and it’s great. I can do that at home.
 
Back to the car, and Kat takes a turn at the wheel. The GPS is  confused, or we are, as they’ve closed off part of a road. After some  round-abouting we follow the lead of another car that just went around the  pylons. And we realize they were there because they’d just painted the  crosswalk, so it’s all good.
 
Round the hills again, and perfect directions this time. A pretty,  easy drive.
 
And we’re home again where the wind’s kicking up big time. We dump  our stuff and mostly settle into the little living area on the main floor. 
 
We’ll probably eat in the big kitchen tonight–as we did for  breakfast. A bit too brisk and windy for the patio. I’m wonder what Asia–who’s  cooking tonight–will make out of the local fish.
 
Nora

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