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Buon Giorno



It was a little thing, really.

Buon Giorno.

But it was a little thing on the way to a big thing.

The big thing of peace and serenity in a world filled with anything but.

Each morning while in Assisi, my husband and I would get up and be “on the road” for breakfast by 7 am. “The road” being cobblestone streets barely wide enough for a compact car, paved stairways that wound up and around and up yet again, making one pause to catch their breath before moving on. Our mode of transportation – protesting muscles and blistered feet on a 20-minute walk. Past storied apartments made of light brown stone, windows shuttered against the morning chill, flower boxes brimming with vibrant color. Shopkeepers opening their doors, sweeping and washing down their entrances with a brace of cool water.

Buon Giorno.

Even the dogs, tails wagging, seemed to greet the morning and the visitors with equal enthusiasm. Then another pause to catch your breath – this is, after all, the hilled and terraced town of Assisi – giving you a chance to look down at the wide expanse of countryside in the distance with domed churches, plowed fields and stone farmhouses. The mist burning off in the rising shafts of sunlight, layers of color gently touching the horizon.


On the way to a local pasticceria for breakfast, this became a pilgrimage of a different sort. A pilgrimage of ordinary time, of community, of quiet before the trappings of a busy day, before the busloads of tourists arrived looking to honor a humble saint.

Buon Giorno.

Good Morning. Good day. Hello.

A meeting of sorts; an interaction, a welcoming, an acknowledgement.

You matter. I see you. I wish you well on this day of all days, this most beautiful of mornings.

Assisi reached out to me with its embrace and I felt its warmth. Each and every person deserves that same sense of peace, of importance, of worth.

Buon Giorno.



14 thoughts on “Buon Giorno

  1. It is a spiritual journey, an acceptance of self after too much ‘western ideology’. I could also imagine it would maybe come as a shock to the system after a lifetime of being with so many people…and really knowing none.
    This is so much more intimate, but on a personal level, and I think being able to touch people on this level would be so refreshing and enable the stresses of the world to be slowly let go.
    I envy you, of the people and the vista you were able to interact with…and I hope you found all the right places within. Or at the least, become much fitter šŸ™‚ Namaste

    • You say it so well, Mark – “after a lifetime of being with so many people…and really knowing none.” We miss what we felt in Assisi to our very bones, and wish we could recapture the sense of belonging we felt there, here. Thank you for your thoughts. Namaste.

  2. Ah, Italia, what a wonderful vibe. I was always struck by the unhurried pace and how folks were never in such a rush that they couldn’t stop, kiss cheeks and inquire about one’s health and family. And the walking arm and arm, how I wished Americans were like that! What lovely memories you have. Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed this post!

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