Dreams of Franciacorta
So much of the fun of Italian travel is Anticipation… In a few days I’ll discover someplace in Italy I’ve never been before…the Franciacorta wine region, north of Milan. Just a few weeks ago, back in Los Angeles, I was dreaming about it with my friend Pam, and wrote this: The cork pops, my heart leaps. My friend Pam and I clink glasses. “Salute” I say, just like my grandparents always toasted at childhood dinners. Of course, these days, toasting “To Health” carries a lot more weight. “Buon Viaggio!” toasts Pam. That lightens things up. This celebration is making it real. I’ve been watching Italy’s caseRead More →