It's been a long time since I planned out only one day at a time.  I do have a new calendar (thank you, Chrissie) that waits to be filled, a stack of papers to review, and an online schedule for SYA -- coordinating these three is on my list for this week, but I keep putting it off, picking a small excursion for myself instead.

Yesterday I wandered inside the walls.  Then I decided to find Santa Maria del Paradiso, the Catholic school the kids are attending in the fall.  It looked so old -- a tall flat facade church of gray stone and gray brick, heavy wooden doors about ten feet high, a semi-circle mosaic over the door, of Mary and Jesus with two angles around them.  Inside the gate to the right, kids were laughing and running in the courtyard, kicking a soccer ball, pretending to listen to a camp counselor who was trying to organize them.

I had typed the address into my phone, and I had gotten so close on my own.  Panting up yet another hill (Viterbo is all ups and downs), I finally asked an Italian man where Santa Maria del Paradiso was (doubt he was as excited as I had been the day before to be asked for directions; nevertheless, he was kind and helpful).

me: Dove Santa Maria del Paradiso?
Italian: .....decenza....a sinistra....

Ellipsis indicate the many words I didn't understand.  But down and to the left!  I felt victorious just understanding those two parts.

I walked back, .8 miles, I think.  Our kids are so walking to school even though we are renting/borrowing a car for the year.  I can imagine that I would give in to driving them some, but with Daniel in charge for drop-off and pick-up, they will be walking unless we find them bikes first.