As our time wound down in Italy, our annual Porto Ercole August 'full moon' greeted us--a bittersweet time, as it indicated that, indeed, it was time to leave...I feel there is no place like Porto Ercole, the Margini's terrace overlooking the Mediterranean...the way the wind sounds late at night--whipping through the cliffs, teasing out voices of long lost sailors and shipping vessels...secrets from the Etruscans and the Roman Empire whispering from Rome in the South...and the mainland...
It becomes such a part of a person's soul, Italy does...as Italy is such an ancient soul.
Ferruccio and Graham
Graham, a Buona Forchetta..or, Mr. Good Fork, as our Host called him.
Julia too!
The 'boys' ... cooking up something, no less!
Daddy, Julia, Graham
Paula Margini, our amazing hostess
Yum...can I eat the fork?
I'll try, but it won't fit in my mouth!
Me...Just me.
Ferruccio and Graham
Graham, a Buona Forchetta..or, Mr. Good Fork, as our Host called him.
Julia too!
The 'boys' ... cooking up something, no less!
Daddy, Julia, Graham
Paula Margini, our amazing hostess
Yum...can I eat the fork?
I'll try, but it won't fit in my mouth!
Me...Just me.
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