The rolling foothills dotted with clumps of trees and dark green shrubs reminded the women of the northern end of the Sacramento Valley in California where they grew up.
The main difference was the profusion of towns and villages. They saw none of the vast unpeopled spaces as were found in rural America.
“Have you noticed how many towns here in Italy have construction cranes poking up on the skyline?” Bunny murmured while gazing out at yet another mechanical monstrosity juxtaposed incongruously with ancient stone and stucco.
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