Tuscany

Story by Caitlin Van Horn
July 15, 2014

Sweet conversation flowed like the wines of Chianti. 

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Story by Caitlin Van Horn
July 15, 2014

Sweet conversation flowed like the wines of Chianti. 

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Paris infatuated us with her rich history and flakey croissants, but it was the Tuscan sun and vine ripened air that left us seduced. The sprawling spruce laden hills flecked with primeval castles. Golden wheat fields flanking ancient ruins. Jasmine scented air wafting through open shutters. My mother's steady hand breathing life into her canvas. Red bellied warblers stirring us from our tangled sheets, bidding us to roam and play. Fine wines and endless spreads of the choicest meats and cheeses. Mammas singing joyfully as they sweep their stoops. Old men waving their arms in jubilant conversation. Every moment, every view, every detail singing an ode to Tuscany, Italy's most treasured magnum opus.

Our meals were amply filled with creamy cheeses, grilled summer vegetables, local meats and flowing glasses of crisp prosecco, a kind reprieve from the sweltering, dry heat. We took to the hills sampling the dreamy landscapes and small villages where espresso was sipped and pinochle was played by old men in suspenders, hands waving in exuberant conversation. Expressions such as "mamma mia" and "tutto bene" filling the air while fronds of homemade pasta and pearls of fresh mozzarella graced the tables of satisfied locals.

Sweet conversation flowed like the wines of Chianti. Our cheeks hurt with laughter while our bellies and hearts swelled with content.  We read books, took long naps and idly swooned under the fervidly beautiful Tuscan sun. 

 

ITALY, WE SALUTE YOU AND THE MANY TREASURES YOU SO GRACIOUSLY SHARE. THANK YOU FOR IMPLORING US TO BE STILL, TO SAVOR YOUR BOUNTY AND TO BE OVERTAKEN BY YOUR GRANDEUR, FOR IT IS MOST BEWITCHING.

 
 
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