La Vita Bella in Perugia
The wind wafted up the valley carrying citrus and olive grove smells into the stone farmhouse. The cold stone floors seemed to hum with life, history and a certain joie da vie that I was unsure what to call in Italian. ‘La Bella Vita’ didn’t seem to quite explain these feelings – sure it was ‘the Beautiful Life’ but it was more than that. It was heaven. ‘Cielo!’ Heaven.The decision, journey and last couple of weeks had been hectic and painful. It would take years to get over it all but right...