red wine

red wine tastes like italy.

red wine smells like italy too.

i had montepulciano vino tonight and i am the happiest and saddest i've been since leaving italy. today was cheryl's birthday and we went to carrabba's to celebrate. looking at the menu i noticed the wine and begged my parents for a glass.

amazingly, they agreed.

and in that one glass of wine, in that hour long meal, everything came back. plain olive oil and hard bread, luke warm water, the time lauren spilt her wine across the table and onto my leg, drinking vino in the caffe with jenny and the rest of the art kids, laughing and talking and walking on the corso at night.



fuck.