…that no matter how many pictures you ever take, you can never truly capture it.
I have been to a lot of gorgeous places, but there is just something about this patch of earth that makes it so stunningly unique.
Is it the fact there is a castle ruin on every hilltop?
Is it the acres of sun-drenched grape vines lined up in mathematically precise rows?
Is it the lakes? The tiled roofs?
The patchwork of green stretching as far as the eye can see? Or is it the row upon row of blue hills that fade to sky?
The monuments… piazzi… centuries of history… breathtaking views?
It MUST be the food!
The wine…
The people…
…and the warmth of mia famiglia bonding on foreign soil…
It is all of this. And more.
I may be back in England now and the damp cold has me lighting a fire in late May. But my heart remains in Tuscany.
Mother Hen
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Beautiful! I do love Italy.
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How awesome! How beautiful, how spectacular! Okay, now you’ve gone and done what no woman has ever done before, rendered me speechless. Simply stunning.
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Now that is a rare thing – ha! 😃 Pictures do not do justice! God has blessed us with more beauty than we deserve on this fragile rock…
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Lovely! I wish I was there too!
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Lovely! I wish I was there too.
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