Friday, September 05, 2008

That which brings joy to an expat...

Something as simple as the smell of fresh cut grass is one of the most cherished things any of us living abroad look forward to experiencing on a rare occasion. There's not much mowed grass in Rome: there's the cortile or giardino of the Angelicum or the cortile of the Vatican Museums.

Offer a prayer my neighbor will hire me to mow her lawn once each week. I'm going to offer my services as I miss mowing, and the smell! She's a widow and a nice Englishwoman with a big giardino (yard). Hope to get a good opportunity to ask her, Deo volente.

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