As one adventure ends, another begins. Our venture through Europe started with two travelers, then increased to a total of four travelers once in Greece, now down to just one! However with life saving sandals (Tevas), one backpack, and one suitcase that now weighs ten more pounds since Greece, I continue my journey. Now it is just me traveling back to Italy to experience the culture in a small town at the top of a mountain called Montefegatessi.
One city train, two plains, one train strike, two inner city trains, two angels sent from God, and a lot of prayer and I finally made it!
Walking into this town is like stepping into a painting. It is so unbelievably gorgeous that it doesn't seam real! I am in the middle of the Apennine mountain range in a small village with stone buildings and red rooftops. There is only one main road into and out of the village and the streets are so narrow that you must park your car before entering the neighborhood. Although this wonderful place does not have a library, a hospital, a hotel, not even one taxi, no police officers, no post office, and no English, it does hold 1 bar, 1 market, 4 churches, goats, tiny vehicles, forests for days, slugs, snails, scorpions, snakes, fox, wild boar, fresh water, stone baked pizza, gelato, mushrooms, fresh garden food, cappuccino, 1 crazy blonde tourist, and 150 people with a tough shell that I am determined to crack. Being that we are at the top of a mountain, it is a daily exercise to hike from one end of the village to another. Each house has it's own unique historic Tuscan feel. Laundry hangs from the windows and iron stoves leave a fresh smoky smell that is impressively calming and welcoming. Wild cats line the streets and if your lucky, you can see the goats in the valley bellow.
The most incredible part about Montefegatessi is the heart of the people. At first glance this village is crazy intimidating. The piazza is filled with eyes that know the travelers from the familiar locals. The Italians are comfortable and confident with who they are. The young talk to the old and know everything about everybody. They love their children wholeheartedly. They love their authenticity. They love their community.
So as I look from a far on the first day, I drank water that streamed down from the mountain and pretended to read my book as I pondered how to get to know the people who lived here; how to have an authentic experience. I love a good challenge and opening new doors, but it has been a while since I have truly felt God pushing me beyond my boundaries. This time I had to walk this path with only myself and God. It was awfully intimidating and frankly quite scary.
So, a few days pass, and with God in my back pocket, I finally got the guts to not simply sit outside the piazza and gaze in at the culture, but to walk right into its center and experience the heart of the people. After some time of attempting the Italian language, proving my superior skill in table football (foosball) :) and exchanging conversation over cappuccino, the locals got use to the unfamiliar blonde and accepted me into their family.
Since then I hear Ciao followed by a giant smile from everyone I pass in the streets. I have met numerous families from Chicago, chatted with a very interesting author, walked through the mountains to a ravioli fest, ventured to Florence and Lucca, walked the trail of love (wishing my boyfriend was with me to enjoy the view), participated in sipping proseco with the grandpas of the village, baked cookies for the town potluck, learned about creating ebooks from a publisher from Chicago, danced in the rain, climbed through the mountains and swam through the rivers of Botri, talked politics and education with Italian women, spent time with the kids, and so much more. As my adventure continues I am learning that personalities of people can sometimes be difficult to find, but so worth the effort and discovery.
I thank God for the courage to take this journey, but am so thankful for the family and community that I have in Chicago and can't wait to get home!
*Special shoutout to the wonderful friends and family who helped me through the tough part of this journey. Couldn't have done it without you!
Ciao!
-Heather




















































