So... day three in Italy and I went back to the same enoteca for dinner that I had visited when I first arrived. Funny, because I had already had a big bbq lunch at a fiends villa in Vinci. That, however, had been a somewhat Bristish version of an italian lunch. Coleslaw and potato salad was wonderful, but it didn't fix my craving for pomodoro sauce.
I sat in the enoteca later that night and listened for what I could overhear....
the church bells marking the hour of 8:00; the pop of a champagne cork; the excitement of an italian boy openning presents; the string of a mandolin being tested; and the steady drip of rain. The tortelli pomodoro and torta de ricotta e ciocollata were delicious, but the sounds told me i was truly in Italy. It was perfe
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