I’ve been meaning to tell you that the peace rocks you gave me to take to Italy all found a good home in the old world. I gave the one that was painted with a red heart to our hosts who housed and fed us while we were at Terra Madre. The “Love” rock found its way into a surprise marriage proposal picnic that we set up for Danny’s best friend on an isolated beach on the Mediterranean (a wonderful story I’ll have to tell you sometime, not on email). As for the “peace” rock, I had thought I would wedge it into the stones at the Vatican in hopes of nudging the Catholic church a little, but we never made it as far south as Rome. Instead, we went to Assisi – which seemed like the perfect setting to leave it (on a warm, southwest-facing stone wall overlooking a beautiful valley in Umbria where St. Francis was born).
I wanted you to be able to imagine those rocks. It was fun to find homes for them along the way. Thank you for thinking to send me with them!