Living in Tuscany
"My idea of heaven still is to drive the gravel farm roads of Umbria and Tuscany, very pleasantly lost." ― Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun
Mornings in Tuscany weren't like anything you'd expect to see in the movies. They were so much better. Deeper. Richer. More vibrant. Each dawn was waking up to a new masterpiece of color in the sunrise: profound hues of crimson red, orange reminiscent of sweet tangerines and perhaps even the majesty of purple scattered throughout. Watching sunrise peek her eye out from above the hazy fog blanketing the vineyards, right from our living room window, was experiencing a Renoir come alive each morning. While our baby slept, Luis and I savored the slow, life-giving breath of morning.
Oh, how I long to bring our Tuscan farmhouse table back to our overly- busy, technology filled existence. The slow energy of the region was captivating, and to this day, our aquamarine walls in our Florida beach home, and our restaurant, The Grove, are donned with some of my favorite memories from our time in Tuscany, enlarged onto canvas photographs.
The Tuscan way for us was so simple that summer- wake up, enjoy, cook, eat, smile, watch the vines, the olives, the herbs, the vegetable garden. Lounge at the infinity pool spilling over the rows of vineyard estate. End the day cooking the evening's pasta dish with the morning's harvest. Break bread and toast life with a glass (or two) of wine. Meditate on the sprinklers giving life to the growth all around, then go to sleep in peace again. By this time on our journey, three months had passed from everything we knew of home, and Tuscany was taking over. And our prayers and communion accompanied every meal, each time we sat to eat as we broke bread and toasted the peace of Tuscany with cheap but oh so delicious table wine. We had each other, this Tuscan farmhouse, and peace. Come, share stories and a toast of some beautiful Tuscan wines and our inspiration at The Grove. We'd be honored to host you. ~ Jen