Yesterday I told you all that we made it to central Italy. That’s because our first stop was to drop off the maternal unit in Civita di Bagnoregio, also known as this place
Up on that hill is where my mother lives for most of the year. Yup, that’s a bridge, the kind you walk up.
This is what it looks like when you’re at the foot of that bridge
Looks a little daunting, but it’s actually not that bad. Go on, up we climb
Keep going. We’re almost there
There’s a town poking through the tunnel. This town
With side streets like this
Word to the wise: if you’re afraid of heights, don’t look down