A Bit Scared of the Mountains
“Is not a game Beatrice! Make sure you can always come back in the same way you started.”
“Is not a game Beatrice! Make sure you can always come back in the same way you started.”
An indomitable desire of infinity, an acceptance of sacrifice, a striving to improve.
A beautiful, wild, romantic, damned region in the middle of the mediterranean sea.
È una regione molto bella e selvaggia romantica e dannata in mezzo al mare mediterraneo.
Every thing is bigger in Texas and that includes this friendship.
The thrill of being able to open my windows and open any bottle I want, without stressing that it’s too warm, hits me with the perfect breeze.
Bygone traditional foodways, virtually extinct, land on the holiday table and gleam with gravitas....Enter Italy.
“Aha!” said Fabio. “But in Venice, we drink Spritz all day! And not with Aperol, with Select!” He paused and looked at me seriously: “Never more than five.”
Back then, like many new drinkers, I didn’t know that wine could have a “reputation.”
“In Venice?” Paola’d answered: “Get lost. Walk. Take in all the sounds. Forget yourself.”
I tell our accountant, Archie, that I am writing a story about coffee snobbery.