Francesca
I never did. Vincenzo was like the grandfather I never had. Before long, I really liked him.
Unfortunately, I really enjoyed Italy and the estate. I was learning tons about grapes and plants, wine, and oil. They even had bergamot trees, a citrus species native to Calabria that I hadn't seen before, and the fruit had a delicious, tart, bitter flavor.
And I couldn't handle the little lambs and their cuteness. I had already named them all and was looking forward to feeding them every day.
We finished lunch, and a crew member cleared our plates while we took our bottle of wine to the lounge chairs by the pool. The yacht had stopped in a cove, a small cove with crystal-clear waters, and no one else was around. "We can swim here if you want," Giulio said. "Pool or sea?"
