Buon Primavera

So Spring begins with news that the letter sorting out the last barriere to our sale is misworded. And an eagle eye has found a fault in deeds preceding our purchase for which we will owe €500. You’d cry if you didn’t pull a wry smile and believe that all in the end will be well. But it weighs on us.

Tomorrow we start to decamp to a short-term let that is charming with an excellent local restaurant and deli just down the road with its mozzificante views of olive groves and the westerly chiantishire hills.

As Gianluca, our utterly trustful guide through the briary, says, ‘As long as the bene (good) are not oer balanced by the mali (bad).’

I’m currently oer drinking processo enthusiastically hopefully to that.