It is pouring out as I look out the window... its a sign its time to go home.
We have had nothing but blue skies and warm sunshine til today. It has been an amazing trip, so much to write and pictures to share once I get settled back at home in front of my own lap top.
Home, ahhh yes we are ready. Bert and I miss our son very very very much. We have seen so many things, marvelled at monuments, walked and treked through every terrain, laughed wholeheartedly and enjoyed so much the trip but everywhere we keep thinking how much our son would enjoy it too. One day he will have to see this all with his own eyes, he will love it I know. We have had a chance to talk with him a few times, but, I can hardly wait to hug him and tell him our stories in person.
We have proven you can eat everything you see, oh and you can drink wine every day too!
Cheers, Lou.
Music Keynotes: Early Morning Rain - Gordon Lightfoot
Thought this would be a great addition to my blog entry today....Arrividerci Roma.
So many things just seem to sync.
First off,
there are very few things that epitomize 'Canadian Artist' more than singer songwriter Gordon Lightfoot.
His gentle voice, his poignant lyrics put the Maritimes on the map for a generation of folk music fans south of the border beginning in the 1960's. If you look at the sheer depth of his hit songs from the 60's to the 80's you can't help but feel proud to be Canadian too. Not over the top, just quiet genius.
Second,
this youtube video is from a live performance 1979 in Chicago. (The city we flew to from Rome and spent the night at once again before heading back to Kelowna the next day). A Canadian out of water, like us so to speak!
And third,
when I listen to this song, it puts me back in the airport lounge in Rome, watching the cool morning rain hit the runway and longing to be back home again to hug my son, cuddle my dog and sleep in my own bed. I loved our big adventure, but there is a wonderful solace in knowing you will soon be back home.
Early Morning Rain lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
Well I'm out here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
For above the clouds she flies
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time
This ol' airport?s got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I?m stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
Can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So many things just seem to sync.
First off,
there are very few things that epitomize 'Canadian Artist' more than singer songwriter Gordon Lightfoot.
His gentle voice, his poignant lyrics put the Maritimes on the map for a generation of folk music fans south of the border beginning in the 1960's. If you look at the sheer depth of his hit songs from the 60's to the 80's you can't help but feel proud to be Canadian too. Not over the top, just quiet genius.
Second,
this youtube video is from a live performance 1979 in Chicago. (The city we flew to from Rome and spent the night at once again before heading back to Kelowna the next day). A Canadian out of water, like us so to speak!
And third,
when I listen to this song, it puts me back in the airport lounge in Rome, watching the cool morning rain hit the runway and longing to be back home again to hug my son, cuddle my dog and sleep in my own bed. I loved our big adventure, but there is a wonderful solace in knowing you will soon be back home.
Early Morning Rain lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
Well I'm out here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
For above the clouds she flies
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time
This ol' airport?s got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I?m stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
Can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
