I just wandered off on my own amongst 12 thousand acres of grapevine dancing in the dark.  I will miss the solitude of this place.  Where else could I get my grove on with space to sing out loud and dance? 

Now I am cooling down on the patio with Billie Holiday. At least they gave me the key, instead of being locked out like the other night, the night of howling at the full moon.

 

My Italy vacation has 2 months already. My home feels like Milan. What will it feel like to go back home? I want to cook pasta, and save up for next summer. Be with friends and family, spend some quality time in the hammock, harvest my fruit...



        Establish my life, just me.