Letters to Juliet

Chapter 5

Vic was right, the vineyard is beautiful. All these big vines bursting with grapes. But I am not relaxed. Because we are not meant to be here. We should be out in Verona seeing the sites, trying the delicious food and just having fun this is not fun. It's completely the opposite ? Why does victor always have to have his own way? I sound like a winey kid! Ha ha maybe I am being a bit selfish. Although we have only just arrived here all I can hear is fast Italian that I can barely understand.

After touring the vineyard we were lead into this warehouse which had the most amazing smell of wine, all mixed up types. We tried several samples from different grapes but it got pretty boring as it was so repetitive and Victor was always saying: "mmm this is good" or " oh my god Sophie you have to try this one" right now he trying to tempt me into undertaking one which apparently had : " a fresh flower taste, just like springing off the vine" really? I'm not in on getting drunk! I'm not interested in this supplier meeting anyway, it's not my restaurant, I may as well of stayed in New York.

Next up was a butcher/abattoir I really wasn't looking forward to seeing dead animals in a pile of blood and guts with a dripping red axe stuck halfway through its body! That's how I imagine it in any case. It turns out it's nothing how I pictured it. There was a tidy kitchen with cuts of raw meat slapped on the work tops. But the owner did say we had just missed the execution! Thank god! However vic was disappointed as he said it would have been an experience of a life time! You don't know how relived I am to not off seen the image with my own eyes. This again was really uninteresting. I have eaten meat before. Duh! So why do we need to try it from this particular place? Its not the only shop that kills and sells animals, I hope it knows that.

This was the third visit of the day, to a cheese maker. I can't say I was looking forward to it but it would be an improvement from the abattoir. I was wrong. It stank. We went into this small cellar and the smell hit me like a slap in the face. It was so horrible because it smelt like rotten milk a million times over! Also the fact that we had just been to abattoir didn't make me feel any better, it just made me feel extra queasy. The guide had some samples already cut but I couldn't bear to take a bite. Victor did. He loved it. He would. I sniffed the square. Yuk, it made me feel sick. When my fiancé and the guide started to leave I placed the cheese back under the Glouse, where it belonged.

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"Okay... Okay ciao" victor chatted away on his mobile.

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked

"Well it was signor morini and guess what... He is inviting is to this incredible forest that grows these exquisite truffles, and it's only like 120 kilometres away and..."

"Hey wait 120 kilometres?" Why would you say that!?

"Yeah it's not like miles sophie" duh I know that!

"Yeah I understand the difference, but I just don't really know why you want to go 120 kilometres to see a mushroom?"

"No no Sophie you really don't get this its not a mushroom, it's ... It's a truffle it's the thing you sprinkle on top of the pasta yah? Like you've had a good day so far right?"

" It was fine" I lie " but I just don't feel like going to see a mushroom right now."

"Ok, well that's good but just don't call it a mushroom, yeah?"

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Why the hell would you want to go and see a mushroom in some forest anyway the thought of it sounds boring. We are in the car now going back to the hotel but I've suddenly had an idea...

"Hey why don't you go and see the truffle place? And I go do my thing and sightseeing."

"Yah that's a good idea you know yah I'm up for it" Great! This might work.

"Hey vic we are only doing this because we can't agree right?"

"Well..." He hesitates. Why?

"Yep we can't agree!" I actually smile.

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