We kicked off the weekend with glasses of proseco in the piazza in Cortona. Lots of good people watching, especially when the group of american college girls strolled in. There were several quintessential Italian men.... long-ish dark hair, dressed to the nines, look like they are up to no good, handsome and knew it. The way those girls were hitting that free wine tasting, it could have been an interesting night. I'm kind of sorry to have missed it. I don't know exactly where they were from, but one had on UGA flip-flops. Guess what picture I will have in my mind when Margaret comes home and says "A bunch of us want to go to Italy after finals?"
Last night, we went back to see Natale. What an amazing time. It's been my best experience of the trip, so far. I was grumbling about seeing so many Americans in Siena, Florence and Cortona. We even ran into some people from South Carolina at a winery in the middle of nowhere. Well, last night, we were the only non-Italians in the whole place. The food was just crazy good, the wine even better, and the atmosphere festive (to say the least). Natale made us a cake and told everyone it was our anniversary when he brought it out. Everyone clapped and cheered and chanted "bacio" for us to kiss. It was just about as perfect as anyone could want.
On that note, so happy to be still in love with my husband after 16 years. Italy is a special place, but being here with him makes it all the more special.
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