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Elizabeth
Monday, July 12, 2010
We have made it to Montalcino, and I feel as though I have entered the “Midwest” of Italy. The land here is covered in things that grow. Houses are spread out across the countryside and it just seems a little simpler. The food is heartier and full of homegrown, homemade delicacies. People are dressed in clothing meant to for working and there’s not a sign of city hustle-bustle anywhere.
Montalcino is a small town positioned atop one of the many mountain-like Tuscan hills. When I look outside I still can’t believe that this my life and not some part of one of my crazy dreams. It’s strangely wonderful to feel like I’ve walked into a tapestry depicting those tall spindly trees, red poppy covered fields, and winding stone streets and at the same time feel as though I’ve grown up here.
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We have made it to Montalcino, and I feel as though I have entered the “Midwest” of Italy. The land here is covered in things that grow. Houses are spread out across the countryside and it just seems a little simpler. The food is heartier and full of homegrown, homemade delicacies. People are dressed in clothing meant to for working and there’s not a sign of city hustle-bustle anywhere.
Montalcino is a small town positioned atop one of the many mountain-like Tuscan hills. When I look outside I still can’t believe that this my life and not some part of one of my crazy dreams. It’s strangely wonderful to feel like I’ve walked into a tapestry depicting those tall spindly trees, red poppy covered fields, and winding stone streets and at the same time feel as though I’ve grown up here.
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