Hello from Italy

Hello, Monticello. I am in Bonassola, Italy today—a three street town hanging off the west coast of Italy above the Cinque Terre-five cities or five lands.

We will ride a boat down the coast and ride the little train back to our town this afternoon and—of course—eat.

Our pensione-hotel, Pensione Moderna, was built around 1560—a wall to wall museum of an eclectic collection ranging from an old Phaff sewing machine to flat screen televisions.

We are here for two days- then on to Firenza-Florence to us—for a baptism of art and culture.

Just checking in, the reason I am using dashes is—I cannot find the comma on this keyboard.

Ciao!