Internet again!

Last Saturday I went to Milan and, among other things, found a copy of Italian GQ. It would have qualified as soft core pornography in the States. I had to put it down, I was embarrassed enough that I didn't want the guy at the counter to see me reading it.

Right now I'm staying in an agriturismo, a tiny self-sufficient farm surrounded by vineyards, gravel roads and fields of blooming sunflowers. It really is as close to paradise as it sounds. By day I lounge at the pool and go for long nature walks. At night I'm in bed by midnight. The food (wine, honey, meat) is all locally grown, and delicious.