On the way to Mercatale

I’m leaving the dog, my husband and my boy and if you saw me, you might wonder how it is that I am not the cover girl for the National Enquirer’s “Human Ages 36 years Overnight”, untouched cover. But like a miracle I always make it to Italy, and I always remember how to cook when I get there.
For lunch I am having frozen cake. And for dinner, I am eating whatever they serve me on Virgin.

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