Italian vineyard morning

September 30, 2010

Vineyard in the morning. How would it be if every morning when you came downstairs, you were greeted with this sight?

And what if breakfast were served on a terrace that overlooked this?

Two fat slices of home-made bread sat on the table waiting for us to dig in.

This beautiful plate of sweet cut fruit and mild goat cheese made a wonderful addition to our breakfast.

We slept deeply and well in our familiar room and, since it’s a partly “shiny” day, we are off soon to walk around town. We wish everyone across the pond as lovely a day as we’re having.

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