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Imagine if Bridget Jones ended up in Tuscany…
It’s a bit like that…
(With not a lot of planning, and a fair amount of Aperol Spritz involved…)
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(With not a lot of planning, and a fair amount of Aperol Spritz involved…)
There is a specific kind of ache that hits you on the journey home from Italy. Not sadness exactly. More like an awareness (nope, actually it’s 100% sadness 🥲). You've spent days eating food that tastes as if it came from the ground it was grown in, sitting at tables where no one is in a hurry, drinking wine in the afternoon like it's perfectly reasonable.