If I travel all my life and never get to stop and settle down...

For the past three years I've wondered many times what make a home a home.  I've always figured it was the people, the family, the friends for some.  For others, it could be the landscape?  Some people need to have mountains and forest around them.  Others want to hear the sound of the waves lapping nearby.  

I moved to the beach four years ago only having a single friend in town.  It was instantly home to me though, even knowing almost no one.  So, for me it wasn't having all of my family and friends close by.  I love the beach, but no more than the mountains, so it wasn't the landscape either.  I can't really say what it was.  Funny thing is that I get the same homey "vibe" if you want call it that every time I'm in Bassano.  

I got here a few days ago in lazy relaxation mode.  Did a bit of walking around the town exploring the Saturday market, drove around looking at houses for sale in Borso, went for a nice run through the farmer's fields, ate way too much delicious Italian food, and of course, went for a most lovely mellow flight.  Even though the place is completely overrun with paragliders, there are still plenty of hang gliders and many friendly faces of Italians I've met over the years.  Tullio's smiling face is always the first one I see here, standing in the middle of the landing field with a radio talking his students down.   They say you can fly here 300 days a year.  That might be an exaggeration, but it can't be by much.  I think I want to move here....for at least part of the year.  

I've never seen the place so busy as this past weekend.  There must have been close to 100 landings in the main field and the restaurant was packed every night.