Here's the view from Carmine Superiore yesterday morning, with the mist lying low over the lake almost completely obscuring Maccagno, on the opposite shore of the lake.
The serenity of my life here changed dramatically in the afternoon. Yes, my husband and two little ones came, tumbling out of the car all flushed faces and garlic breath. They saw me, cried "Mama", and ran to me with open arms. The violins played, Mama wept and then we all wandered home through the woods as the sun set.
Who needs the Hollywood scriptwriters? I've got real life.