We are at a farmhouse in a hill town in Tuscany.
Below us are rows of olive tree, most of them seem stripped of olives ( is the picking season over?).
The driveway to the farmhouse is lined with Cypress trees.
Far in the distance are the blue rolling hills of Tuscany – stretched out as far as the eye can see.
Above us, a killing up hill walk away, are the ancient Etruscan walls that line the medieval hill town of Volterra.
The streets are cobbled – lined with small shops. There are tourists – but not too many!
We shop at a grocery store for Chianti, pasta, pomodoro (tomato), formaggio ( cheese). And other boring things.
We try out our scanty Italian -Solo Pane ( me at the store where we went to have coffee and discovered it was a bakery), Ciao ( with a lot of attitude, from Appa).
N plays with the cat that belongs to the family here – his name is Cappucino.
Appa is enamored with the Espresso kettle. After experimenting with it for half hour, he figured out it needs steam. And made himself a delicious espresso.
I am enamored with our apartment – feel like I am living here. Appa and I decide to take a blueprint of this – for our future house. What a place. Massimo is a graphic designer. He must have decorated the place.