Italia from the emails…

Lori

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From: “Lori Parr” <lavenderlori11@gmail.com>
Date: Oct 12, 2016 6:16 AM
Subject: #1 Introduction

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K girl!

Lori

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Hi Shirley and Don!  Yes, bless Karen Ward die keeping all of us updated as to Shirley’s hip breaking incident and surgery/recovery. The story actually changed how I carried things on my trip. 
So far not too much cute imp gypsy trouble, but great food, wine, apertivos!

Lori

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Thanks Tim!
Si, wine lover, sono solo. 
Am getting car in morning.
My father’s mother’s name (all but his brother are dead and gone now) Ravenello from up on the Switzerland border/Milano area.
I will also contact them once I arrive at my Agritourismo in Sorano, near Pitigliano (the farthest south I go before  heading up to Montalcino and then the Chianti region.)

Lori

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Lori

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From: “Lori Parr” <lavenderlori11@gmail.com>

Date: Oct 12, 2016 6:16 AM
Subject: #1 Introduction

To: “Lori Parr” <Lavenderlori11@gmail.com>
Cc: 

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Patron Saint of Downsizing

People who don’t know my story will often say to me, “Don’t you miss living in a real house, with rooms and running water, a fridge, electricity, an indoor bathroom?” Well of course I do! 

It occurs to me that some of my long time acquaintances don’t know my story or how I came to live where and how I do currently. It appears to the many people I have known for the 20+ years of residing and being very active in the community of Missoula,  Montana that in my relocation to Lake County I have simply disappeared – out of sight, out of mind. If it weren’t for facebook, verizon and an intimate clutch of lavender junkies I would be merely a memory. So let me tell you…

It was my friend Lynn Ascher who christened me with the title. She and I were friends for 17 years. She suffered numerous recurrences and remissions of breast and lung cancer during the course of our friendship. She was one of my greatest mentors. Her mind was brilliant and for as long as I knew her she enrolled in adult education classes, in fact, we met in a book binding class. She was a perfectionist and fastidious. She’d lived all over the world. Lynn long ago came to terms with being a single woman, she had no other family. Friends were her family. I was her gardener for years. She slipped into the roll of my biggest fan and supporter of my efforts as a writer after my mother died in’04. And she had a consummate appreciation of fine food and wine.