My days were now largely spent sleeping, eating, and cooking. And sitting on the balcony when it wasn’t windy or wet. In the mornings, I would write while sipping on coffee and enjoying a biscotti or cornetti. In the evenings, I would pour a glass of wine to accompany my dinner (always pasta) and watch a free black and white movie from the 1940s or ’50s…
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