Matsuo Bashō, the Japanese poet who is credited with popularizing the haiku, once wrote:
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
After spending four months looking at 47 houses, we finally found our Sicilian home.
We moved to a little town called Trecastagni, or “three (tre) chestnuts (castagni)” in English.
Our patron saint is Saint Nicholas, whose legendary habit of secret gift-giving gave rise to the traditional model of Santa Claus, or Sinterklaas.
Chestnuts AND Santa, you guys.
About the name: My parents lovingly named my childhood home in Dillsburg, Pennsylvania, “Winderlea,” and our farm “Winderlea Meadows.” When I bought my first home, I named it “Winderlea Creek,” because a creek runs the length of the property.
And now, we live in a mountain town in the base of Mount Etna, the fourth most active volcano (vulcano in Italian) in the world! So, it seemed only fitting that she be named “Winderlea Vulcano.”
Check out a photo tour of the house here:
The house isn’t perfect yet, but it’s getting there. We’re creating delicacies in the kitchen, reading and sipping coffee in the living room, and running upstairs every time I forget where I’ve placed something.
There’s still so much to do, but it will come with time. For now, I think I’ll sit in my breakfast nook and sip some limoncello and finish Lehane’s latest mystery.