Most often, I have written a small story with my photos. In this post, I will say nothing more, than that I love Buggio. In the mountains of Northern Italy, my family has been visiting (and some summers, residing in) this small village in the last sixteen years. I love the people of Buggio, I love how they communicate, their expressions, their many personalities, and their welcoming hearts. I know I am a
straniera, but nonetheless, I appreciate how welcome I feel upon my returns, and how appreciative I am of the many friendships my family has developed over the years.
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Buggio |
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One of my favorite spots on the mountain |
I have chosen to highlight some of the men in this post. So here is, hopefully, the first of a series of pictures of Il mio piccolo paradiso.
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The children looking down at the church square. |
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Homemade food is served after a church sermon up to San Giovanni (San Giuani i local dialect)
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An exquisite elderly couple |
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The town priest who holds sermons in the mountain villages
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Of course, you need a little wine and freshly picked olives...
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Olives from the mountains |