A first for me to return to our home town of Ostuni for the weekend.

Still so magical. So beautiful.

Memories of our times together.

Romantic dinners out.

Walks around the town.

Coffee at our favourite bar.

I felt Francesco right there with me.

It was also healing to randomly meet friends who hadn’t seen me since he died.

I’d felt a bit guilty about the fact that right after the funeral I bolted from Ostuni.

Leaving behind the memories, the house and our friends to deal with it all themselves.

It was the best I could do, somehow I could breathe easier not being there for a while.

Now returning I was met with love from people far and wide.

I even went to a few shops and for a moment felt like nothing had changed.

I was back doing what I always did.

Trying things on for size, encouraging the shopkeepers they can turn business around, even helping some make a decision on what to stock & buy.

A moment of insecurity overwhelmed me too.

Sitting with friends for some wine and hearing their plans for travel, summer and the future, I felt jealous of their planning.

They could plan together as couples.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

And yet at the same time I knew even if Fran was here we’d have made different types of plans.

My friends won’t take for granted the fact they can plan together.

No doubt my presence is a reminder to ENJOY the love they’ve got.

To respect and honour the one they’re with.

It’s all too easy to focus on the faults and what’s wrong.

I wish I’d been gentler on Francesco and me.

All in all it was a good trip for me to return to our white city.

The home where we found so much happiness, friendship, beauty and community.

I’ve even accepted to return for a little stay end of month.

Now I know I can drive the fast Italian motorway, I’ll venture out a bit more with Francesco and our precious memories by my side.

💖

Reunited

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