“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”
― Michelangelo Buonarroti
― Michelangelo Buonarroti
There is a place in the heart of Italy where peace and tranquility are interrupted only by wild boar, porcupine, crickets, food, drink, conversation and laughter.Karura ate plates of eggs and pasta dripping with truffles and drank Sicilian wine. Within minutes, the heat of the city, the noise of the traffic, and the endless tourists had become a thing of the past.
It had been eleven years since Karura last visited this magical place. He promised himself, hostess willing, that he would never leave it that long again.
Karura rested both mind and body, his contentment complete and the friendship more than enough to see him through the next stage of his journey.
