He knows me too well
“Do you know how to connect the wells?” my husband says. “No.” “You have to know this. Come here, I’ll explain it.” I look down in…
“Do you know how to connect the wells?” my husband says. “No.” “You have to know this. Come here, I’ll explain it.” I look down in…
Yes, we’re married but we never threw a fuck-off party. Maybe now is the time to start with ours. Preferably under the 300-year-old oak.
Monday night was for-I-don’t-know-how-long my flamenco practice evening. Now it’s walk-through-your-forest-with-your-machete-to-clear-the-paths-evening. I didn’t see that one coming.
“We are not buying an olive grove. Way too much work.” We can still hear ourselves saying it when we started looking for a place to…
Casa Tre Pettirossi is a place where the energy calms your nervous system straight away. La natura magica. Our casale sits on a hill in a…