Another year gone & here we are in Italy. Again. Its where we summer.
Our daughter is now talking. You should hear her say, ‘Please’ & ‘Thank you.’ Today she even started saying, ‘Grazie’ and it made my heart melt a little.
Here we are in the land of Forza Italia. The country where people ask you how you are & how you’ve been…when they ask, they truly mean it.
The villagers saw her when she was a wee pup. They smile & coo. She smiles back.
Somehow even though Germany is where she was born, this is her home. It’s where her mama feels most alive.
You could say it was the food or the wine. You might tell the story of our little corner of Liguria. You would turn blue in the face if you tried to list all of this place’s attributes.
And ultimately you’d never quite get to the point. The whole story.
Forza Italia. European Champions. We love your passion. We’ll miss you in our rear view mirror. But not yet.
A few more weeks of homemade pasta. Excellent coffee. And always leave room for dessert.
Don’t even get me started on the dessert.