Cliche or checking things off the bucket list?
After driving 400km south from Milan, B and I arrived to our Tuscan villa (a beautiful converted farmhouse in the village of Pian di Scò) to find the English speaking host absent, but a table full of bread, home-pressed olive oil, red wine, prosciutto, parmesan, pasta, baby Roma tomatoes, another cheese and some tinned pomodoro.
Our Italian speaking host, Paolo, with minimal English, managed to explain (and mime) how things work and where everything is. He even brought us fresh figs from the garden!
The farmhouse has been converted to contain four apartments. It’s all exposed brick and stone and wood, terracotta tiles, antique and rustic furniture and the best corkscrew I’ve used in a long time. (ie; a very well equipped kitchen – dishwasher and all)
We are the only guests here and the owners/managers are also not on site, so we are relishing the peace and quiet.
My moment of absolute happiness was whilst wrapping a little tomato in a slice of cheese and feeling it pop open in my mouth, as pasta boiled and I had a glass of red wine in front of me.
I said, “I’m cooking Italian food in Italy, in a Tuscan farmhouse.”
Pasta with prosciutto and parmesan for dinner, red wine, a local stray cat needing smooches, dinner by the pool in the dim light with B and no one else. The sound of crickets and dogs, far away breezes…
This is actually a childhood dream come true. Cliche – maybe. Bucket list experience – definitely.