Where the light sparkles after the storm

Today was a smooth, carefree day. Leaving Termoli, we entered into the Abruzzo region, heading toward Pescara. The sun has returned, and it seems it plans to stay for good now. I was finally able to enjoy my first Italian gelato… and I have a feeling it’s only the beginning of a long, delicious affair.

The light along the shoreline after the storm is dazzling. Yet the land still bears its traces: pools of still water lingering in the fields, branches scattered across the beach. Most surprising of all was the snow visible on the mountains - the sign of how much rain fell, and how cold it had been. We cycled along a path said to be among the most beautiful in Italy, laid on a former railway line, winding between cliffs and sea, dotted with fishermen’s huts standing on stilts.

Last night, we shared a video call with our two children across the Atlantic - Louison in Montreal, and Anouk, living an extraordinary chapter with a wonderful family in Powell River, British Columbia. It felt so special to be gathered from different corners of the world, sharing our stories as though we were all seated together at the dinner table back home. How fortunate we are, to be able to do what we do, all of us.

Tomorrow, we leave Pescara toward Ancona, following the curve of the sea and its seaside towns for a while. What will be the next gelato flavor? Life is hard.