This, our last morning in Orvieto, we are greeted by light rain and heavy fog.
Sister Giovanna tells us (in Italian) that the sky is crying because we are leaving.
Some sentiments don’t need translating. (Of course, Giovanna is also a master at making herself understood even without a shared language.) Besides, I like the idea that Orvieto might miss us as much as we will miss it.
It has been a good week and I am sad to have to say good-bye.