Dear Rob,
Were your ears burning?
Spider senses tingling?
Were You feeling the vibe?
I was in Montepulciano again. . . waiting for you.
Purely by chance, I arrived in the Piazza as the clock struck twelve (coincidence? I think not!). In lieu of a white dress, I stood in the doorway wearing a coat of winter white, last years boots, and my favourite hat.
I waited a full 300 seconds!
When it became apparent you weren't coming, I decided food and alcohol would be a good diversion.
If I get fat and ruin my liver, I'm coming to get you!
Ciao Bello!
Con amore,
Tess
