I have just spent two weeks in a beautiful village outside Rome, where my sister got married.
I had the pleasure to stay at 'nonna' Rosilde's house, an amazing two storey building, which dates back to 1885. The interiors and objects have remained unchanged for decades, it is like going back in time or visiting a museum, something very special indeed.
Rosilde is a really lovely, generous and observant lady who will be 83 years old in January; her outlook on life is so positive that it is contagious.
She is very proud of her home and her persona. She has no feelings of envy towards anyone, not even the Queen, for she feels like a queen herself amongst the precious memories and familiar corners of her palace.
The exhilarating scent of her coffee drifts from the kitchen to the upstairs rooms and escapes through to the adjacent narrow street in the early hours of every day. I miss waking up to that, seeing her sweet smiling face first thing in the morning and then hearing her 'Buon giorno!'...
How could one not have a good day?
