Honestly, I didn’t want to love Tuscany. I wanted it to remain this Hollywood fetish-ized promised land for middle age divorcees. But I couldn’t help it. There is no choice but to love Tuscany. There is no way to describe the feeling Tuscany evokes other than love. Good food. Spectacular wine. Breathtaking views. History, art. A sense that the people who live there are grounded, and satisfied.
Now I get it.
The poppies along the roads must be the trail of bleeding hearts forced to go back to where they came from.