Last October, my friend Cindy Helms sent me an oversized envelope with a panel-roo and some business cards in it. It has yet to arrive. It has floated around Puglia and perhaps even made it to Perugia once, but never to me. One day a package delivery man told me that he simply does not deliver past #56. The streets are too narrow, he indicated with his hand signals. In my limited Italian understood what he said, and I communicated back asking how I am to get the package. He said he would leave it at the local bar the next day. Problem is, the package guy comes early in the morning and our local bar doesn't open until late at night. Allora, the package has come and gone many times between the Adriatic coast and Umbria. Seems it will just sit forever somewhere and never find me. If only I had known to rent a house that was before the end of the line! No one has a clue where the package is now. Here is a painting of door #56.