Around this time last year I was staying on an organic Agri-turismo in Piano di Sorrento, Italy.

The Slow Food market is what we would call an organic farmers’ market.

The agri tourismo itself was small, and located high up on a mountain hillside just a 1000 metres or so beyond the town limit.

It was so high up, that the view from our third floor bedroom was stupendous. Off to the north, beyond the headland, lies Naples.

Those are olive orchards and lemon orchards (vineyards? since some of the fruit was for making orancello liqueur).

Shift the view a bit to the left and see more of the Bay of Naples …

The Isle of Capri was just off to the left of the picture.

“Our” organic farm was small: about 125 olive trees, some lemon, market vegetables, chickens in a coop, eggs for breakfast with dayglo orange yolks, roosters (all night), and organic wine from the farmer next door. It had been years since I feasted on breaded and fried zucchini genitalia and they were delicious:

Yes, let us give thanks for the blessings we have, the opportunities, our experiences, our family and friends.

Sure beats Aleppo.