Right now I am walking through the heart of Italy - Verona. It's beautiful. All the quaint little shops and cafes, the exquisite restaurants and the Italian music filling the air mixing with the excited chatter of the locals. It is perfect.
I turn the corner towards our hotel and I see victor out on our balcony I smile. He looks so happy and relaxed just like me.
"Sophia, sophia where for art thou my sweet Sophia" he cries. I giggle, he has a wild personality, as I'm sure the girl is meant to be on the balcony and she is meant to yell for the boy, right?
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"Ya, ya okay, okay caio"
"Hey Sophie I just got off the phone with signor morini and he has arranged a privet tour for us with each and everyone of my suppliers!" He beams at me. This holiday was meant to be for just us and we promised that work wouldn't get in the way.
"Victor..."
"Hay ya it's gonna be great you know we are starting with the oldest and most beautiful vinyard in all of Veneto."
"Really...?"
"Come on Sophie you know this is the oldest and prettiest vinyard around yeah, you know this is romantic!"
I don't really know what to say, this isn't about him it's about us. Although I reluctantly climb into our car that we have rented. I may as well check it out, it could be fun, even more fun than site seeing?
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Juliet
RomanceAn incredible adventure searching for love. This will make you laugh and cry as you follow the characters, virtually travelling back 50 years. All credit goes to the original book by lise and ceil Freidman.
