The day was sunny and bright in Altamura. People walked about or drove their cars through the streets as they began the day"s activities. The piazza was crowded, as always in towns such as this one, and many waves and greetings were exchanged.
Carlo had just left Zia Filomena at the ovens. He felt that he had learned enough for that day and wanted to explore more of the town before joining Cristiano in his small winery beside their home. He walked down the street, entered the piazza, and crossed over to the café to get an espresso. Carlo liked the morning atmosphere in Italy. The storekeepers rose with the sun, swept off the sidewalks outside their shops, and the smell of roasted coffee beans and sweet rolls filled the air.
In the morning hours, there were more lively conversations to st
