In these days of twitter warfare a banner hanging on the majestic medieval museum of Umbria in our provincial town of Perugia just made me smile:
So missing out on the war of 140 characters is this proud historic city I ask is it bringing itself into the 21st century or not. Here life is good, peaceful, slow, the important things, good food, deep perfumed wines, sunshine, a leisurely pace of life, and good friends and company to share these joys with are core to Umbrian values.
A mere forty minutes drive from Bellaugello Gay Guest House and you are in the historic centro storico of Perugia. Park in the Partigiani car-park, nicely situated with underground spaces to keep your car cool from the heat of the summer sun. Take the marked pathway and elevators that raise you up through the Rocca Paolina, the medieval city under the city. You will pass by a section of the Etruscan city wall and then wander subterranean brick lined streets, the medieval roads below today’s centre, many dark nooks and crannies to explore, you never know who or what you might find.. before finally emerging in the main Corso that drifts northwards towards the duomo.
Shops may not be a plenty but beauty and an all too special feeling of peace and harmony is everywhere, people pass by chatting seemingly without a care in their worlds, the spring light casting long soft shadows.
I don’t tweet, to my thoughts it’s too reactionary, too impulsive and too restrictive, I prefer prose, thought out constructive sentences and the comforting presence of the edit key and now I have discovered proof-reading and revisions even better. Last winter log fire burning in the grate I spent several pleasurable hours hand writing greetings cards. I filled my favourite Pelikan fountain pen with deep black ink, the nib skated across the many pages, my cursive script flowing sometimes more beautifully sometimes less, but a pleasing considered result.
Oh and as I posted recently the joy in mid January of receiving a letter from Bellaugello guests whose card posted in the village post office had travelled to them via Thailand. There were smiles all round. I could never limit myself to 140 characters, I don’t know if that is a failing or something to be proud of, even my rants are more verbose.
I just love words, they roll round in my brain, I can mull over them, choose specifics, change tenses, oh constantly check and re-check spelling – how I detest the Americanisation of the English language, and reflecting, thinking deep, I dredge up long lost or scant remembered words, maybe something I just saw reminds me of a long un-used word and walking slowly through Perugia I am reminded just how like carefully thought out words the Umbrian pace of life is, considered, rich, fulfilling, and is good, caring, with a huge sense of community, and, of course, despite preconceptions, we do get there in the end; 497 words 🙂