I’m going to divert from my normally prescient state to a case of absolute infatuation. I have finally fallen for an Italian girl.
First, this is an old soul. A very old soul. Ensconced in the body of a seven year old. I am totally under her spell.
Terre di Talamo in Talamone – in the Maremma. And their daughter, Andrea, pretty much runs things. A day with her and anyone, and I mean anyone, would be smitten with her - under her thumb. She just gets it. She’s engaged, alive, not afraid, very sensitive - let’s just say if I’d ever had a daughter I would have been totally captivated by the energy of one like Andrea. Her favorite phrase is “molto bello” and she can roll those l’s and talk with her hands like a true Italian, which of course is what she is.