A funny thing happened to me in the depths (or heights) of the Italian Alps - I found out I wasn't afraid of mountain roads. Not at all, not even a little bit. I have been up and down this circuitous route with 23 hairpin turns, about 10 times and I'm fine, relaxed even. To me this is a miraculous and marvelous change. One year ago I was in therapy to try and resolve this very problem and I was pretty frightened to come here because of it. I thought that all the issues we worked on in those expensive hour sessions never got to the core of my fear of mountain roads, but I am willing to entertain the idea that I was wrong. This is such a great relief and almost overshadows my spectacular surroundings and my even more spectacular hosts.
I feel so blessed to be here and so delighted with everything. I feel like a happy little kid, finding fun in everything.
Oh and did I mention that the food is just great and the ice cream is heavenly. So much for losing weight...
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