It was just 2 years ago, with Steve and Elva, when the unthinkable occurred. On a beautifully orchestrated driving move on my part, wheeling a 180 through a busy parking lot into a busy street, the hatch door opened inexplicably in the back of the rental, and 6 bottles flew out the back, 4 busted and 2 were miraculously saved. Here's the memorial photo with Steve, then a current moment of silence being offered by Peggy.
We continued on, somehow, to lunch, and enjoyed the usual...prosciutto with melon, and a wonderful porcini, onion and prosciutto pizza. These guys know how to bring it!
The walk home after lunch afforded a view of the small church on the hill behind our b and b. We usually hike to it, but this year we may not choose to pick this, so a photo was the minimum we had to do.
We then grabbed Jon and Ann for a quick gelato run. I may have found, though I'm not sure this actually worked as well as it looked it might, a way to have Peggy take a short pause in conversation.
We then grabbed Jon and Ann for a quick gelato run. I may have found, though I'm not sure this actually worked as well as it looked it might, a way to have Peggy take a short pause in conversation.
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