I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the distant ocean breathing from the window of my little apartment in Italy. It’s around 8 o'clock, I get up and stretch my achy body and have a warm shower, then it’s off to make breakfast for me and my husband who likes to sleep in a little longer than me. We’ve decided to go for a walk today before the grandchildren get here. They are coming in from the city and I decided I would teach them how to make the best olive bread! Then my husband will take them for a walk in the fields, to show them the secrets of keeping a beautiful grove. I set the coffee to go and take out some fruit and fresh bread and nutella, still our favourite breakfast! He sleepily awakes and come to give me a peck on the cheek and then wraps his long arms around me and I smile telling him to hurry up, or we won’t make it back in time for the kids. As we finish our breakfast reading various literature, we clear the table, slowly, and then set off on our walk. Our movements have become slow and forced but we love our morning walks and I decide to stop by a “neighbour’s” house to say hello while my husband continues on. When the sun is high above I finally leave from my “pit stop” and go looking for my husband, I find him chatting with the rest of the town’s old men and tell him I’m going home now. As I walk home the sun is warm on my face and I am deciding what I should make for lunch. Soon the little ones will be here and all the house will sound in youthful joy, with the sun shining and my old songs playing, life will continue on.
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