Having decided to stop complaining about an empty villa and instead fill it, I invited two Calabrese friends studying in Florence, Cristina and Stefano, to bring along some others for dinner at the villa. We ate out on the terrace, overlooking Florence, on the first cool evening in a week.
After dinner, we retired (in all our old-world classiness) to the music room, where we serenaded each other on piano and guitar, just as they did in the original days of the villa. We probably should have recited poetry to each other as well. Maybe next time.
I'm still holding out for a Great Gatsby-themed party. I want long dresses, a Big Band, and tumblers with boot-legged booze. But that's going to take some more planning. Expect an invitation in the mail.
Having decided to stop complaining about an empty villa and instead fill it, I invited two Calabrese friends studying in Florence, Cristina and Stefano, to bring along some others for dinner at the villa. We ate out on the terrace, overlooking Florence, on the first cool evening in a week.
After dinner, we retired (in all our old-world classiness) to the music room, where we serenaded each other on piano and guitar, just as they did in the original days of the villa. We probably should have recited poetry to each other as well. Maybe next time.
I'm still holding out for a Great Gatsby-themed party. I want long dresses, a Big Band, and tumblers with boot-legged booze. But that's going to take some more planning. Expect an invitation in the mail.
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