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Originally Posted by beppe
It is ready. Right here. For adults' eyes only.
We have a sexy Nespresso machine. .....
What a voice. With a lover with that voice, I would just sit at her feet, holding the hem of her dress, while she works on her petite point and she tells me never ending nonsenses. And we would let the time flow between a cup of coffee and few remarks about the ever increasing price of melissa and verbenas. My grandfather was from that part of Piedmont. He spoke very highly of the beauty and the sweetness of the girls there. My grand mother was from there also. Not with that voice though, With me at least. Although she always cooked my preferred meals, and always took my side.
That place is also where the Italian slow food movement started, that put in motion a number of modern tendencies. Nice place, rolling hills with the mountains in the background. Very agreeable. Great food and very very nice wine. Asparagus country and plenty of fruits. Difficult communications though. In the middle of nowhere. It might be an advantage.
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Beppe, you made my day with your story. I loved it ! Please tell me it's true !
Milk to go with my petit pain au lait aux pépites de chocolat. Yes, it's a sin, but I am alone with les petits princes until sunday, just back from driving superman to the airport, and I miss him, aka the pépites de chocolat. We had such a nice afternoon together, first at the building site (yes, we had a good time, things are moving, workers are nice, weather is fantastic) then here at the pool, I wish he did not have to go. He says it is weird also, being in our old house in Germany without us.
I also hate that airberlin has changed their plane schedule, so that the only viable option now for us is wed-sun. It used to be mon-thu, which made much more sense. Thank god it is only every second or third week!
Waiting for his text telling me he arrived safely with my petit pain and my glass of milk.........
