This photo represents the “crossroads of wanderlust.” I’m in a small Italian village, walking without a destination. In the distance I spot red geraniums in a window box. My mind goes back to my childhood in New Jersey when my father took me–I was about seven or eight– to visit a elderly women who was born in the 1870’s. She lived in a country brick house that was older than she was. All her windows had flower boxes with red geraniums. In fact, the inside of the house smelled like geraniums. She told me the flowers keep insects away. I’ve hung on to that memory for over 60 years and it surfaced easily on this day in Italy.