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