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A Wonderful Pernambuco Trio - Recife, Olinda, and Fernando de Noronha


27 Feb to 6 Mar, 2026 - Recife, Olinda, Fernando de Noronha - (Brazil)



We pinned Recife as the limit of winding north in Brazil, on the mainland any way. I have long wanted to visit Fernando de Noronha, and the majority of flights out there leave from Recife. Our time is not without limit, so we squeezed and streteched the rough outline itinerary around the island visit.

As for Recife, we came with few expectations and no agenda. We had flights to deal with, in and out, so staying close to the airport seemed logical and worked well. However, in the days leading up to our time, I started to read, and realised it would not be without interest, not entirely devoid of things to do. Good dining, and some unique cultural attractions meant we were not twiddling our thumbs.


Churrascaria de Rodízio
Churrascaria de Rodízio
Take a seat and order a drink. The passadores weave through the tables with swords of meat. They look inquisitively at you as they pass, and a smile or a nod or a gesture brings them to a stop. They describe what they have as they slice, not that we understand them. In any case, we can work it out. Using tongs we take the slices as they fold off. Be careful to stop him to avoid filling up early; he'll keep carving if you don't intervene. More choices will present, and besides, you can catch more of a favourite when it makes another pass later.

Sirloin steak and other beef cuts feature heavily, while chicken and lamb make occasional appearances. These are not marinated. A bit of salt and perfect cooking are the secrets for the meats to shine. Spicy little sausages come past, and they are winners in my eyes. And while not everything is for us, there are obviously fans amongst the patrons for everything, including the liver and the chicken hearts.

There's a huge buffet, too, with salads and vegetables, soups and stews, seafood and sushi, chips and mash potato and onion rings. You get the idea. So, while meat is the star, those who want a balance can certainly have it.

Unsurprisingly, that is not my style. A single pass of the extras, a tiny taste of a few morsels, and I'm done there. Back to the table and stay alert. Ooh, what does that waiter have?


The Estuary and Recife
The Estuary and Recife
Over there is Marco Zero, where Recife was founded. It is from where everything in the area is measured, and it is the heart of the city.

Renovated warehouses filled with shops and restaurants are a feature, to the left. Cultural buildings are visible. At the right is the distinctive Museu Cais do Sertão.

Meanwhile, we are over here, not over there. This photo is taken from a narrow reef that has been strengthened and built up to be Recife's protective breakwater. It is now a sculpture park, and short cheap boat ride from Marco Zero got us here. It features scores of sculptures, bronze and ceramic, by Francisco Brennand.

The sculptures have a few recurring themes, with animals like turtles and pelicans making frequent appearances. Various eggs or egg-like objects are common. There are mythical creatures included. Fertility seems to be a recurring element.

Here is a sentinel, one of the guardians he created, accompanied by a turtle and a bird.


It Was a Hoot
It Was a Hoot
We visited a museum in Recife. In a large room to the back of the museum we encountered a man with a piano accordion and a variety of percussion instruments.

As people peered in, he would beckon and encourage. As he furnished each of us with an instrument, he also gave us our unique rhythm. Then he played and sang. I believe the songs were from Luiz Gonzaga, Locals seemed to know them and sang along with apparent nostalgia.


Looking Out from Central Recife
Looking Out from Central Recife
Behind us there is the breakwater we were on earlier. The Torre de Cristal is the centrepiece of Franciso Brennand sculpture park. It is inspired by a specific cactus flower.

The park was created to celebrate the 500th anniversary of Brazil's discovery. That centrepiece tower is now one of the modern icons for the city.


Glowing
Glowing
It was Sunday, and the streets of Recife had a party vibe. That is apparently the case every Sunday. Markets and food stalls, bands outside bars, and people dining in the streets to enjoy the music. A guy with paints was circling around, decorating whoever volunteered their face or limbs as a canvas.




Olinda is almost engulfed by the urban sprawl of Recife. However, the heritage it has fought to retain means there is still a distinct shift when you enter the neighbourhood. It felt like being in a bubble, with an invisible film successrully protecting it from the swirling spread from its large neighbour.


Cashew Juice
Cashew Juice
A tasty and refreshing drink made from the cashew apple, the fruit around the nut.


Another Colonial Gem
Another Colonial Gem
Olinda is a stunning town, a World Heritage site famous for its beautifully preserved churches and steep, winding streets lined with vibrant pastel houses. It is a bustling hub for artists and crafts, and a must-do day-trip from Recife.


From Olinda
From Olinda
Olinda is spread across multiple levels, from the seafront to a lovely square on a hill top. This view from that hill shows lower Olinda in the foreground, with its dominant southern neighbour Recife in the background.




From Recife it's a few hundred kilometres to the Islands of Fernando de Noronha. The archipelago holds strategic importance for Brazil, as an outlook post for the mainland well in to the Atlantic. We came for the beaches.


Voted One of the World's Most Beautiful
Voted One of the World's Most Beautiful
Baía do Sancho often ranks in the list of the World's Most Beautiful Beaches.

I don't 100% agree. However, I cannot deny it is definitely gorgeous. Difficult access adds to the charm, with a pair of ladders in a fissure of rock the only practical way from the clifftop to the sand. Access to the ladders is restricted, with ascent or descent only allowed in alternating hours.


The Two Brothers
The Two Brothers

Sally Lightfoot
Sally Lightfoot
Named for their agility, the quirky crabs provided some entertainment while we drank a beer awaiting sunset.


Morro do Pico
Morro do Pico
This distinct peak is the highest point in the archipelago of Fernando de Noronha. A memorable sunset silhouette.


We Might Remember this as Shark Beach
We Might Remember this as Shark Beach
Praia do Leão, or Lion Beach. Named for the rock that resembles a reclining sea lion.

We swam here, cautiously, because of very strong current. Shore was always close, and we ensured we stayed where our feet could touch the sandy bottom. The water temperature was perfect, and it was a lovely reward after having walked 30 minutes or so from the bus stop without shade.

When a couple who were sunning on the sand came to the waters edge to alert us to a shark, the decision was effectively made for us to leave the water. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, we did not see the shark. They described it as "baby", and it can't have been too big as it allegedly swam between us and the dry sand.

Later discussions revealed, though, that big or small, one must take the threat seriously. The next major beach around is Baía do Sueste (Southeast Bay), and it was closed to water activities after a couple of serious shark attacks.

Fernando de Noronha is actually rated, overall, as supporting very healthy shark populations.


Frigate Bird
Frigate Bird
I love the almost pre-historic silhouette that the frigate bird creates. I still remember the first time we saw them, and the impact they had on me many years ago. Seeing them again at Fernando de Noronha gave me a wonderful flashback.


Our Aluminium Frigate Bird
Our Aluminium Frigatebird
With Morro do Pico behind, I waited at the end of the runway, flightradar open on my phone. Our plane arriving to pick us up.

Flight is the only practical way for visitors to come to the archipelago, about an hour from Recife.

Not only visitors, almost everything on the island arrives by air. This is just the start of what makes visiting expensive. There is a fairly steep daily charge, an environmental protection tax. There is a separate hefty national park fee payable to visit most of the beaches or any of the marine areas.

Yes, it was certainly worth it, but we were quite conscious of how much this little side trip was costing.



Man Oman


11 to 15 Jan, 2024 - Salalah, Khasab - (Oman)




Our Oman adventure begins in the city of Salalah, right in the south of Oman. The domestic leg to get here saw us climb out of Muscat quite steeply, banking over the mountain range to the west. Soon after, the peaks and troughs on the landscape below gave way to the vast desolation. Not featureless, though, as the dry watercourses and wadis made interesting shapes and patterns in the rocky plateau.

Our first outing was a drive out the west and north of Salalah. We drove up the switchbacks high above Mughshail beach, before doubling back to stop at the blow holes. The weather today, and tide timing, made them less impressive than their potential, but it was a very pretty spot. We drank amazing ice coffees, and watched a large number of dolphins in the water, not too far from shore.

We left the coastline and went inland to Wadi Dawkah, home of a Frankincense tree grove. I have been intrigued by the possibility of getting up close to these valuable examples of flora since I started reading about this region. In eras past, the ports here were shipping Frankincense out, and bringing spices through from Berbera, Zanzibar, and India.

Oman, From Above
Oman, From Above
Flying from Muscat to Salalah. The dry watercourses that have been forged by torrential flows scar the barren landscape.


Dromedaries Along the Road
Dromedaries Along the Road
Perhaps the greatest threat when driving in Oman. Even on sunny days with good visibility, they can be difficult to spot, and like most animals, can be unpredictable. At night and during poor weather, they are a significant cause of road trauma.


Rugged Coastline, Mugshail
Rugged Coastline, Mugshail
Dramatic cliffs as viewed from the Mugshail Blowholes.


Not Their Usual Setting
Not Their Usual Setting
We don't expect to find camels on the beach, but when the desert meets the sea, I guess it's inevitable.


Frankincense Tree
Frankincense Tree
Wadi Dawkah, a natural reserve to protect an ancient grove of Frankincense. Even the smallest drop of sap, rubbed between one's fingers, emitted a sweet aroma, not dissimilar to a sweet pine-like fragrance.





Second outing, the following day, had us going east from Salalah. A spring, a wadi, an archaelogical site, and a religious tomb.

The religious stop was "Job's Tomb" - a prophet for Christians, Jews, and Muslims. A small building contained the unassuming tomb, which is one of a handful of sites around the world where it is claimed he was buried. The most notable aspect of our visit was that we almost missed it, first following some directions that had us at a spring and pools nearby, which apparently are filled with bathers in the busy months. This disappointing site threw us right off, and detective work was needed to ascertain where we had gone wrong.

Ayn Razat
Ayn Razat
Ayn Razat is a year-round spring near Salalah. A small strip popular with locals, where the water literally gushes from the rocks. The various pools were filled with fish, of many different varieties, while water birds waded around availing themselves of the self-serve buffet.


Wadi Darbat
Wadi Darbat
Looking down to Wadi Darbat. It really felt like looking down at a scene from Africa, especially if the camels had been giraffes. The water level is low, and as it is now a dry season in Oman. Still, the travellers come to see the lake and waterfalls.

The lake inside the wadi is the largest natural lake in Oman. That is not saying a lot, as on world standards, it would be considered tiny.


Small Waterfalls
Small Waterfalls
In the wet season, the water apparently flows over all these rocks, and then further downstream, runs off the plateau. Occasionally, once every ten years of so, that run off becomes a curtain of water.

We were actually surprised to see any water flowing, given how dry every thing is. So this lovely scene was a bonus.


Camel, In Wadi Darbat
Camel, In Wadi Darbat

Khor Rori, Oman
Khor Rori, Oman
Looking down from the ancient remains of Khor Rori. This hilltop town had a harbour below, once a critical stop for trade coming out the Red Sea or from North Africa, heeading across to India. At this stop, traders would take on Frankincense.





A very early flight had us at the other extreme of Oman, in Khasab. Khasab is an Omani exclave, isolated from the rest of the country by UAE. Security seemed tight and it felt like there was a lot of military. This turned out to be for a justifiable cause. The sultan was in town. We did not find out for what purpose - maybe to extend a personal welcome?

View with Sultan's Yacht
View with Sultan's Yacht
We had booked a "king room" at this hotel, and it was actually a small corner suite. We could see the cliffs that come down to the sea on both sides of Khasab, and the complete harbour.

Docked just opposite was the Sultan's yacht. The space between the road and the mooring had 5 or 6 armoured vehicles, Occasional helicopters circled.

I have to confess, I felt odd trying to take photos. The soldiers were all on alert, and I felt that opening curtains from such a prime location might already draw attention. So, opening windows or taking photos might invite a full police tactical unit to visit us.

A little later, walking through town, we came to the main road to find it fully blocked. Soon after, streams of police and military vehicles came, followed by many brand new green four-wheel-drives, followed by a vehicle with the sultan, and then more entourage, and more security. Overhead, helicopters kept a watchful eye on the proceedings. People along the road waved and took photos. We waved and took photos. We got a wave back, too.


Khasab Fort
Khasab Fort
Fort with concise and informative on-site museum. We particularly loved the restored wooden boats in the compound, showing the different styles which had been in use in the area over the last century or so.





Our main reason for coming to Khasab was to do a boat trip, on to the Musandam Fjords. These khors might not be true fjords, but the network of dramatic inlets did make the area feel like Scandinavian coast overtaken by the desert.

Jo, Sultana of Richmond
Jo, Sultana of Richmond
After boarding our wooden dhow, we thought we might be waiting for more passengers. However, we soon pushed off, and it was just the two of us. We could swap from shade to sun, snorkel as long as we wanted, opt in and out of stops (which we did opt in for all), There were drinks and fruit available the whole time, and a lunch fit for a Sultan or Sultana.


A Dolphin, Alongside our Dhow
A Dolphin, Alongside our Dhow
We spotted dolphins at about 5 or 6 locations on our way. When they were near the surface, the captain would put the boat in to high speed and aim towards them. We joined him and the crew member in clapping and whistling. Often, nothing resulted. A few times, the noise and speed of the boat got the dolphins to turn and engage with us. Swimming alongside and darting under the boat to appear again on the other side.

What do they think of us? This most beautiful interaction which they seem to reap no benefit other than play.


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Dolphin Play, Alongside our Boat
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Dolphin Play, Alongside our Boat
The commentary shows just how excited and happy I was.



On a Ridge Between Two Seas
On a Ridge Between Two Seas
One stop involved a walk and a climb up 400+ steps. This beautiful lookout had two different seas on either side. Gulf of Oman, or Oman Sea. Arabian Gulf, or Persian Gulf. A rewarding climb.

Meanwhile, men working on the path, making picnic tables and benches, walls, and steps, did the climb carrying bags of cement. Who knows how many times they climb those steps each day.


View into the Sun, Gulf of Oman
View into the Sun, Gulf of Oman




On the morning of our flight to Muscat, we used a ride sharing app to find a taxi to the airport. I did find it odd that a civilian in this part of the world would be wearing a shirt with any sort of camouflage print. I think security would be very touchy about things like that. So, I assumed he must be military.

Check in at this tiny airport with one flight for the day was slow and tedious. The flight was late, but we didn't know that as we were queued up and still without boarding passes ten minutes before schedule. However, we knew everyone queued were on the same flight, so surely we would get through. Suddenly, I hear my name. "Richard!" A cheerful tone, not threatening. I turn to see a soldier patrolling the terminal with a serious automatic weapon, giving me a cheeky little wave. At first I thought he could not be referring to me, and maybe I misheard. How many local people in Khasab would possibly know me? Then, a moment of recognition - our taxi driver had obviously parked and was now performing his duty.

Una Casa Abruzzese, and Two Aussies - September


4 Sep to 4 Oct, 2021 - Bomba (and surrounds), Scanno, Barrea, Parco Nazionale del Gargano, Tornareccio - (Italy)



So sorry about the delay in getting this up. Being a couple of months behind, I won't fill this with any stories, just the pics.

First up, a few days away locally, camping and BnB, to Lago di Scanno and Lago di Barrea. Jo had this one penciled in to our diary ever since she first saw a photo of Lago di Scanno.
Heart Shaped Lago di Scanno
Heart Shaped Lago di Scanno
It's neither a particularly long nor strenuous walk to this viewpoint, but we were amazed how many people didn't seem to make it. The number of people on the trail made us ready for a small crowd to be here. In contrast, we had it to ourselves from the time we arrived until we left, 20 minutes later. The changing light, predominantly caused by numerous clouds casting shadows on one part of the lake at a time made it hard to get a nice, even photo.


A Room Literally over the Street in Scanno
A Room Literally over the Street in Scanno

Detail from Animatronics
Detail from Animatronics
In Chiesa di Santa Maria della Valle, Scanno. This delightful animatronics creation was full of characters going about all sorts of life, with figures everywhere moving to fulfil their tasks.


Church Straddling the Road
Church Straddling the Road
Chiesa di Santa Maria dell'Annunziata, on the shores of Lago di Scanno, ensuring that large vehicles have to go around the long way. I'm sure when it was built, the size of the opening over the road might not have been thought of as restrictive to traffic.


Camping at Lago di Barrea
Camping at Lago di Barrea
On the shore, with the town of Barrea on the other side. Very pretty at night, too.



Also in September, further south-east, we revisited the coastal area near Vieste. That was a priority after the weather shortened our previous visit.
Trabocco in Puglia
Trabocco in Puglia
So, it seems that Abruzzo does not hold a monopoly on trabocchi. This one is on Punta Paglianza, not far from Vieste.


Sturdy looking platform ...
Sturdy looking platform ...

Natural Arch, Sfinale
Natural Arch, Sfinale

Torre Sfinale
Torre Sfinale

Laghetto Falascone d'Umbra
Laghetto Falascone d'Umbra
A small lake, high in the national park, The only patch where light penetrated the dark and shadowed forest.



Finally, a small collection of other pics of September.

We are now Volvo Owners
We are now Volvo Owners

A Random Piazza
A Random Piazza
We had some time to kill waiting for some friends, so chose a random nearby town. Treglio, as it turns out, has a lovely little bar on a delightful little piazza.


Some of What We Recovered
Some of What We Recovered
The lake level is quite low, so most of the clean up involved dragging out things that are normally well under water. We ended up with a few interesting bottles. Overall, though, we were expecting to find a lot more. This was a pleasant surprise.


Doing Our Bit
Doing Our Bit
With Perry. Down at Lake Bomba. Clean up day.


Mosaics in Tornareccio
Mosaics in Tornareccio
Tornareccio is well known in the area for two things. The first is its primary industry, honey. More recently, the town has been decorated with all manner of mosaics. Over the last 15-20 years, artists have provided a range of styles and themes. Unsurprisingly, bees and bee products are common topics.


Lunch on a Trabocco Restaurant
Lunch on a Trabocco Restaurant
We have included pics of trabocchi before, but with summer coming to an end, we decided we should get a meal slotted in before the restaurants finish for the season. Five courses, and some. Six cold appetisers. Four warm appetisers. A pasta course. Three mains, and three desserts. Wine, coffee and digestivo. All seafood (apart from dessert, naturally).



Una Casa Abruzzese, and Two Aussies - Wider Perspectives



15 March to 5 April, 2021 - Bomba (and surrounds) - (Italy)


Welcome to installment four of our life in Italy blog. If you haven't read numbers 1-3, remember they are listed here in reverse order - if you want to read them in order, scroll on down...

Our Casa Abruzzese is feeling more and more like home, and every day Bomba feels a tiny bit more like it is our village. Unfortunately, though, the Italian language is taking a lot longer to sync in to our beings than we would like.

Don't get me wrong, we are far from hopeless; with the right local, the patient soul who empathically rephrases a sentence to give us a chance, with that scenario we leave encouraged and reassured. We know that we need to plough on through any embarrassment at not being 100% correct. Being understood in a foreign language is not an intellectual exercise; it is an emotional and social endeavour. Get the words out there, mix them around a bit, and hope you are understood. Listen to the answers, and don't interpret hints, suggestions, and corrections as personal criticisms. Do it more and more, and every time you'll be better.

Not all our interactions are that encouraging, though. When you are on the spot with a frustrated official, the Italian words seem to recede. The police doing a random "where are you driving to in times of Covid" check, or an attempted phone query with a business. When Domenico comes to the door to finalise my residency application. First, I blurt out a mish-mash of Spanish, English, and wrong Italian. Throw in a couple of made up words that I convince myself must be comprehensible, and I gesture something as if trying to communicate in sign anguage or interpretive dance. As the frustration comes in, the interaction deteriorates to me smiling and them nodding at the foreigner who doesn't know Italian. I don't want to resort to my translater, but I know they have lost any inclination to persist with me. Confidence drained, leaving the interaction, that's when the correct perfect Italian sentence comes to mind. If only I had opened with that!

Much of our language development revolves around food and drink. Home improvements is adding in other areas. When helping the builder, and things don't go right, some choice phrases are let loose. Maybe, though, my head has enough nouns in it for now? I don't know why I can spend a day, with a native Italian, doing heavy duty modifications to our home, and can't remember the word for screw at the end!

Bringing in our Heater
Bringing in our Heater
When you have narrow medieval streets to negotiate, it's handy to know the right people.


Taking Delivery
Taking Delivery
Last few metres, by hand.


Serious Tools Needed
Serious Tools Needed
When you end up drilling through 60+ cm of stone, you want the right tool for the job.


Our New Heater in Action
Our New Heater in Action
We got a pellet stove delivered to help us survive the last straggling days of winter.



We discussed, at one point, how many Italian words could mean just about anything. Pecorino could be a type of cheese, a cut of meat, a swear word, a variety of wine, or a pasta shape. What about scamorza? (For reference, the latter is a soft cheese, sometimes smoked, similar to mozarella; Pecorino turns out to be two of them - it is both a hard cheese and a white wine - it could definitely work as an expletive, too.)

So now, my ramblings are turning to thoughts of food and drink. Here are some recent pics from our own kitchen. Well, Jo's kitchen, in reality. Given our limited utensil resources, and the very constrained workspaces of the room, she prepares some incredible meals.

Sciscilli con Le Cozze
Sciscilli con Le Cozze
Cozze are mussels, and scisilli are "dumplings" that are essentially balls of cheese and breadcrumbs, bound with egg. Another delicious locally inspired dish.


Home Made Pasta
Home Made Pasta
We have not been bothered to set up the pasta appliance, so Jo just continues to roll out sheets and cut it in to strips, tagliatelle.


More Traditional Fare, another Seafood Dish
More Traditional Fare, another Seafood Dish
Jo continues to churn out amazing dishes from local recipe books and online sources. Recipes, to her, are suggestions, but the flavours, of course, will strongly reflect the original intent. Seafood is fresh, and common.




Wine has, of course, been plentiful and cheap. We find ourselves getting a few regulars, with one or two new bottles, in each re-stock. Our main regulars are a Montelpuciano bottled 2 km or so down the road, which is our upmarket red. It sells for almost 3 euros per bottle in the supermarket. Our general reds are another montelpuciano at €2.79, and a similarly priced sangiovese. They sound so pricey, until you realise they actually come in the economy size of 1.5 litres.

Bottle of Local Wine - Economy Size
Bottle of Local Wine - Economy Size


If anyone cares to know what Italian music we are listening to, three songs in particular are on our high rotation list. The first 2 are current, and the third is from many years ago.







A few months before leaving our home in Richmond, the council began to implement changes, where-by residents would be expected to separate their recycling in to 2 different bins. Primarily, this was to isolate glass from the rest. This led to our large recycling bins being collected on alternate weeks. It soon became apparent that, in these regards, Australians are pretty clueless. First, people could not seem to follow an alternating calendar (yellow bin one week, purple next). Even when the street was full of yellow bins, we would invariably see someone wheeling out their purple bin and not notice they were doing the opposite of everyone else. Seriously, though, the worst aspect was the furore all this caused. Discussion groups, and petititions. GET OVER YOURSELVES, residents of the City of Yarra. People whining about it being too hard; not knowing what went in which bin; not knowing which week it was; bins too small; bins too big. Out little commune issues a calendar.

Rubbish Collection Calendar
Rubbish Collection Calendar


We have 5 rubbish bins. Brown is organic and gets collected twice per week. Yellow is plastics and metals - Thursdays. Green for the glass, blue for cardboard and paper, collected on alternating Saturdays. Non recyclables are to be thrown in the grey bin, collected every second week. And the list of includes and excludes is not trivial. The bins are not large, and everyone seems able to deal with it.

The last few weeks has seen us snoop in to a few places in the region. All were, generally, in the realm of where we were going for other things, but it was really nice to feel a bit like a tourist.

Nearby Roccascalegna
Nearby Roccascalegna
The Castello Roccascalegna, overlooking the Medieval old town.


Looking Down from Colledimezzo
Looking Down from Colledimezzo
Negotiating the entry and exit ramps from the motorway below requires practice and attention to signage. Coming from Bomba to Colledimezzo requires going through the lower tunnel, exiting, crossing the motorway three times on the winding upper road before coming back through the higher tunnel.


Pietraferrazzana
Pietraferrazzana
Another nearby village, Pietraferrazzana.


Spring Comes
Spring Comes
Blossoms abound when we walk the trails of Abruzzo. This lovely scene was captured close to home, on the way to the nearby village of Sambuceto.


Traboccho
Traboccho
Trabocchi are like stilt fishing houses. The long poles support nets which are lowered in to the Adriatic. The coast along here is dotted with many of these structures.




Last week, we received the clearest evidence that we are becoming members of the Bomba community. While walking in the hills, a couple of k's from town, on the road back we waved at the approaching car, as we always do. The car stopped, and the lady driving waved us over. I have really only met her once, when she delivered a package to our house a number of weeks ago. Our post lady. Window down, she handed us an electronic signature pad and pen, along with a registered parcel. She was apologising that she was unable to leave it at our house - we were obviously out on this great walk at the time. Indeed, we are Bombese!

I want to wrap up this entry at Easter. As people of faith, Easter obviously holds a lot of significance for us. Attending church on Good Friday and Easter Sunday was penciled in for us, a few weeks ago already. Although the regular street celebrations were curtailed due to covid restrictions, the square did get an Easter Tree.

Bomba Piazza "Easter Tree"
Bomba Piazza "Easter Tree"
A week out from Easter, a number of families came together in the town square. Olive branches were placed in a large drum, and decorated, primarily with eggs. This remained for about a fortnight.


Jo's Home-Made Hot Cross Buns
Jo's Home-Made Hot Cross Buns
I was disappointed to find that these do not really exist in Italy - unless your wife is clever enough to make them.


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Bells Announce the Good New of Easter
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Bells Announce the Good New of Easter

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Choir Warming their Vocal Chords on Easter Sunday
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Choir Warming their Vocal Chords on Easter Sunday



Next installment - our first real room transformation - stay tuned!