Ettere (a first name, its spelling most likely botched)
Has an organic family farm and a daughter, I thought,
Who is studying agriculture at the university in Perugia.

He hopes (against many reasons he has to fear) that she
Will stick it out, and thereby forsaking all others (you see)
Finally come to take over the farm, pass on the inheritance.

How well she fits into his dream never got past my Italian.
So much of the rest, without a doubt, was lost in translation.
Only the land, rich in famiglia and dear to this man, remains.

Strolling round La Rocca
We take in the sights.

The first of many reasons I am loathe to drive in Italy:

Signs would appear to say, cycling path junction ahead: Assisi to Spoleto; Spoleto to Norcia.

No bicycles allowed.

F = 9/5(C) + 32

For today, in Spoleto, solve for C=25;

Or else, check out the atmospheric pics
Once the hung iPhone solves its problems.

With each invitation, each gathering,
At Nove Centro, our circle ever widens.

Not that we have yet encountered anyone
Often enough to secure a firm connection.

Nor that those like us, of advancing age,
Have tools to pierce the Babel of tongues.

It’s just a sense, apart from any God-given,
Of a wider world and a growing affection.