... even catch a glimpse of it. All in all, it took us 2 and a half hours to get to Sulzano, but at least we made it. With a bag full of pasta salad, Greek salad, bananas, wine and all (usual journalist's ...
... a glass of wine, then I also warmed myself by the fire. The landlady, returned to Crete after many years in Brooklyn, was playing on her tablet keeping an ear on the conversations that were going on around, ...
... around Meran it was quite a distance and my legs were nearly wobbly. I took another car-sharing ride to Verona and got ready for my visit to the world-famous wine exhibition. Alcohol would numb the pain ...
... wine. Instantly I couldn't help thinking that her reception was more lavish than the one the company invited the staff to for Christmas. On that occasion, we stood listening to the pathetic president's ...
... one ready. She had surfed the net to find inspiration, even set on a recipe, but finally given up the plan because of a busy day. Never mind, she said, she had brought some wine, directly from her father’s ...
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Over dinner I continued the conversation with the landlord. He poured me a generous glass of the local sweet wine that he doesn’t drink, but his wife does, while speaking about life in this tiny Buyi ...
... lines, and flowery cavities. The traces of sedimentation could recount eons of geological history. I also relished the admiration of natural rarity.
The road back to town, which crossed tunnels of intertwined ...
... eyes.
On the second day I took a train to Villány, which is a village in the wine producing hills, but I was a bit dissatisfied. There is nothing really worth the trip if you don’t have a car, because ...
... to the greeting, but carry on walking. Undeterred by my inattention, he comes down to the road and starts walking by my side. He slightly smells of wine in his breath and talks about a mental condition ...
... well be, but I suppose also a little bit liberating. After all it was only for a couple of photos at the end of a meal together!
It may have been a glass of wine too many or just the chemistry of us ...
There is no limit to imagination when it comes to inventing festivals. From the wine-splashing festival in Spain to the one in which people hurl tomatoes at each other in an Andalusian village or Ivrea’s ...
... landscape, with lush palm trees intertwined with lianas in front of a glittering lagoon. The full moon was like a big gem studded in the middle of the sky and its whiteness seemed so real that you had ...
... according to a set cerimonial, because Mr. M. not only comes with the rent, but invariably brings a gift which mainly consists of a packaged cake and a bottle of wine. I I have a vague childhood memory ...
Savigliano: in the slight intoxication caused by two glasses of wine over lunch, that name suddenly rebounded from the road sign into my mind and confusedly conjured up the situation that a friend had ...