So what better way to escape post wedding comedown and bank holiday downpour than a weekend in Italian wine country? On the job - reviewing truffle season for work - I jumped at the chance to experience wine tasting with a small dose of spa and a large helping of sunshine. Yum. After a criminally early flight and a two hour dash from Milan airport we arrived. Perched on a hill, with vineyards as far as the eye can see, husband and I basked lazily by the hotel pool all afternoon. So far,so pretty damn good.
Now, if only I can figure out what I'm going to tell my editor after finding out truffle season doesn't start till next month and it's actually illegal to sell them until then....Merde...no, wait, wrong country..