[note - title originally read 6/22 to 6/27, I corrected this to 6/12 to 6/17]
When I arrived to my short-term home, I was greeted by a shout. Looking up, I spied my smiling host, peeking out of a first [second] story window and raising a hand to greet me. Gestured directions took me around a corner to the entrance, where I waited while her quick, muffled footsteps descended unseen stairs. The large, wooden door before me opened, she appeared in that dark, cool portal out of the bubbling soup of a summer afternoon, and she welcomed me in. My Roma host showed me the basics of her home and asked if I needed a shower. I did, and when I emerged, she invited me to join her for dinner and conversation.
I have encountered so many irrepressible, generous people in Italy. If behavior and body language tell the true story, then they love life, they move eagerly to find and fulfill themselves, they embrace the gift of presence and company that other people may provide. Those whom I have been blessed to meet are relentlessly curious beings, gleaming with facets and always carving new ones - they pursue wisdom about people, language, art, science, travel, and so many other things. Finally and significantly, they love to share - not just materially, but of their time, beliefs and physical space.