But you know what they say.
Austin-Houston-Munich-Pisa sounds like a relay team. It’s the route I took to get to the Watermill at Posara, near Fivizzano, Italy. And when the last leg of the journey takes you over the Alps, you don’t complain.
Now I’m getting ready to spend the week teaching a writing workshop, and helping the students rassle all their words into shape. Here’s the 17th century Italian setting where we’re going to work. Pity us.