Hugs and a missed peck on each cheek.

There’s a punchline there somewhere in waiting.
But I’m too punch drunk from a sleepless flight.

Be ever so kind as to write my opening post for me.
I’ll thank you profusely with laughter in the morning.

If only I had managed a decent shot
When I posed “Rebecca At the Well.”

Outward bound from our place, brave children were just getting into harness:

By the time we got back from the Rocca, Spoleto Alpine Club was in gear:

Wintry winds quickly drove us inside everywhere we went: