The House Protects The Dreamer; The Houses

Although I Am A Person Who Expected To Be Rooted In One Spot Forever, As It Has Turned Out I Love Having The Memories Of Living In Many Places.

Living In A Small Italian Hilltown, And Having Lived In A Small Town In South Georgia, I Understand That You Can Recognize A Family Gene Pool By The Lift Of An Eyebrow, Or The Length Of A Neck, Or A Way Of Walking.

Travel Releases Spontaneity. You Become A Godlike Creature Full Or Choice, Free To Visit The Stately Pleasure Domes, Make Love In The Morning, Sketch A Bell Tower, Read A History Of Byzantium, Stare For One Hour At The Face Of Leonardo Da Vinci's 'madonna Dei Fusi.' You Open, As In Childhood, And--for A Time--receive This World. There's Visceral Aspect, Too--the Huntress Who Is Free. Free To Go, Free To Return Home Bringing Memories To Lay On The Hearth.

What Has Impressed Me The Most About The Italians Whose Tables We've Sat At Is That They Are Traditional Cooks But Also Outrageously Innovative. These People Are Wild Improvisers.

Never Lose Your Childish Enthusiasm And Things Will Come Your Way.