My Tuscan villa

Well my lovely daughter is not at all impressed that I keep suggesting that she find a lovely Italian boy to marry who owns a Tuscan villa. Vanessa and I have it all planned – we think a nice Italian pilot who will help with cheap flights and our Tuscan holiday house. I am not at all sure why I keep getting snapped at. I think it is a great plan. Yesterday the lovely Lydia suggested maybe I should just find an Italian husband – well maybe I should. I rather fancy a lovely Italian speaking man, who rides a horse and owns a wonderful Italian vineyard aka Letters from Verona. I think Hebe and Juno could be very happy romping through the olive groves. We are currently on the train to Monterossa and the spectacular Cinque Terra. I love hearing Italian spoken on the train. To me the language is just so passionate. The towns that we are passing are all bathed in sunlight. We have been so lucky with the weather. It is about 16C today, with clear blue skies above the snow-covered mountains. The hilltop villages out the window are postcard perfect with terracotta roofs and that wonderful shade of rendered Tuscan yellow. There is a rather gorgeous, pink rendered villa in the distance surrounded by pine trees – hmm maybe my future Italian husband lives there.