Ashes in the Trevi Fountain.

My story. A perfect marriage. A fairy tale life bought to a halt with the illness and subsequent death of my husband left me empty, angry, alone and with a promise unfulfilled. I had promised him that he would return to Italy. There was no choice but to take his ashes back to the Trevi Fountain. And that I did, detouring along the way through Jordan and France and afterwards to Morocco.

 

This is a story of love, loss and the journey out the other side, filled with tears, grief, history, architecture, culture and most of all food.  It is very much based on the emails I sent home to my family whist I was travelling.