Morning with AnitaI woke early the next morning and made some espresso before venturing out into the vineyards for a little walking exercise. The talk with Roberto the day before re-energized me and I decided that I needed to make more progress in solving the mystery about my grandfather's death.
After several minutes of unconscious wandering around the estate, I found myself in front of a small hotel that stood incongruously in the middle of the Castello dei Trantini property. I couldn't quite understand why the Trantini family had let this establishment come to exist here. The building occupied by the hotel was already there on the property, had been on the property already for more than one-hundred years, and a businessman excited about the prospects of luring American tourists to vaca
