There’s a teeny-tiny slice of Tuscany that’s probably been poured into your wine glass before –– Montepulciano.
Besides the fact that Montepulciano is a fab wine, this cute village perched atop a limestone ridge is *also* basically Tuscan perfection.
Sepia-soaked medieval buildings that don’t seem to have changed a bit.
Green gorgeous hills sweeping across the horizon.
Cypress trees dotting the landscape perfectly, like a painting playing on the brain.
(Or was it just that extra glass of Montepulciano?)
Montepulciano just wines and dines your senses in a whole different way.
My Italian husband accidentally offended an 80-year-old relative over lunch last week.
His big gaffe?
He said to her (with the best of intentions): “Oh, you’re still so beautiful!”
And she retorted: “What, were you expecting me NOT to be beautiful?”
She was *not* impressed with his assumption that just because she’s 80, beauty might be a thing of the past.
Because while to be young is to be beautiful, it’s also just only one of the natural stages in our lives.
One that passes and brings many other beautiful stages.
Dear people in the hospitality industry who are *not* hospitable,
This letter is from all the travelers who counted down the days until their vacation… and then they met YOU.
If you work in hospitality, but wouldn’t know what hospitality meant even if you stepped in a big steamy pile of it, read on.
I’m not talking about Italy, by the way. I’m talking about the low bar travelers find at times no matter where we go in the world.