So, I left you all in France with my last post. After twelve hours in the car, we finally made it to Tuscany and our well-deserved glass (or two) of Chianti. We have been to Tuscany every year for the last decade. My first trip to Italy was when I was seventeen and travelling across Europe by train. The love I felt for Italy was intense and overwhelming; I knew I would be back.
Thankfully my husband feels the same way; even our honeymoon was themed in the style of Room with a View, one of my favourite all-time films. We love the food, the people, the countryside, the language and of course, the wine. My husband’s parents joined us for the week and we encouraged them to take it easy. Ella and I brought a suitcase of books, each one carefully chosen; Ella managed to pretty much get through her selection, I barely touched mine. When I think back to the holiday just a few weeks on, it’s hard to remember what we did all day although I know I enjoyed taking photos. Looking through those photos, I can see we basked at the sunsets, we painted and drew, we swam, we made wishes as we watched the Perseid meteor shower, we talked over long meals with family and friends. We relaxed. On our last day, I showed everyone the slideshow of the photos I had made of our week and we quietly planned our return trip for next year, over a bottle of Chianti.