I can’t watch the World Cup without thinking of a warm evening in Tuscany. In July of 2006 we were in Italy and for three nights stayed at a beautiful old villa. Since we were the youngest couple in the group we were assigned a room on the third floor. The one with the tower and the great view overlooking the valley filled with olive groves below.
One evening, after a day spent in historic Sienna we climbed the tower stairs with a bottle of wine and a bag of ripe sweet cherries to watch dusk overtake the valley. We listened to the cries of joy floating up from the houses below each time Italy scored and watched the valley turn rosy then dark.
What wonderful memories. Today as the USA plays in the World Cup I might watch some of the game.
But my heart will be in Tuscany.