We first went to Lucoli several years ago to
meet our new friends, Fabrizio and Emanuela, for Sunday lunch. My son drove us out from L’Aquila. The road
wound up into the hills and we were, very soon, in a beautiful verdant
place. I was struck by how quiet the
world became just a few miles from the city.
After a long and delicious lunch in the Macondo Restaurant, that hugged the side
of the road, in one of the small villages that make up Lucoli, we stopped at
our friends family home. There, we
climbed down a small incline to pick apples from trees in a little orchard
overlooking a beautiful valley. Across
the garden, we heard a dog bark as it kept a group of sheep together.
We did not return to Lucoli until 2010, a year
after the earthquake. The land was still
beautiful, although now achingly so, as it was marked by destruction. Whole towns lay in rubble, and so many
buildings were boarded up and closed to inhabitants.
On that trip, I visited the Abby of St. John the
Baptist and wondered if it would be possible to restore the damage that had
been done to it. There was a mass taking
place outside the Abby, and the lovely space where the Garden of Memory now is
was filled with hundreds of Abruzzesi
Communion went on for what seemed like forever. Priests were stationed
throughout the grounds, and a procession of the faithful moved silently toward
them to the sound of otherworldly singing.
I knew then that the Abby, as well as the whole of Lucoli, would some
day be restored.
That night,
Dan and I marveled at how wonderful it was to see so many stars in the
black sky. We fell asleep to the song of
a nightingale. Sometime towards morning,
an owl called.
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| The meanings of the earthquake illustrated by objects placed on the window of the closed Church of the Blessed Cristina: candles to listen to the prayers, flowers, a safety helmet to protect from the earthquake, rosettes, there is a world of thoughts to be discovered in this place
Gillian e suo marito Dan Nevers sono americani del Wisconsin, hanno adottato un albero degli antichi pomari autoctoni del Giardino della Memoria come testimonianza dei loro sentimenti verso la Comunità abruzzese colpita dal terremoto, ci hanno scritto una bella testimonianza del loro viaggio a Lucoli che pubblichiamo.
Li ringraziamo del loro amore per Lucoli e li aspettiamo di nuovo, la prossima estate, per fargli provare altre indimenticabili esperienze di viaggio in questo territorio bellissimo.
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| Un tramonto estivo foto di Gillian Nevers |
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