And kicking myself for not asking the dreamboat winemaker that stopped in the store if I could pop in the next time I'm in Tuscany (It's okay, I have his card!). I was rendered speechless. The accent, the green eyes, the pictures of the castle he brought with him. The shoes, the hair, the olive skin. The accent!!! Mama mia.
6.24.2009
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