An excerpt from 10 Days In Italy by Robin Rivers and Mhari Rhiverson Tearing up at the sound of Michael Bublé’s voice shouldn’t shock anyone. However, the circumstances surrounding a recent encounter with the crooner gave Mhari and me a moment of pause—a moment brought to us as proof that serendipity is alive and well…
From the moment I found myself at the base of the ramparts at Château Royal d’Amboise, a grotesque, morbid sensation settled across my shoulders, then a pressure leaned in against my right arm and I stiffened. “I died here,” a voice whispered. Earlier that morning, while I bought roses and baguettes and began my winding procession through the cobblestone streets, the same voice drew me closer.
Ah, the plight of a Canadian in France. This past Tuesday marked 90 days until I leave. “Three months!” most people say. “You must chill!” “Only three months!” I tell them. “So much to do.” Bring on a wee bit of dramatic arc because, well . . . Our heroine continues to plan her solitary…