This is the new dream: to buy this trillo in south eastern Italy with its 50 olive trees and plum, and apricot trees. To spend six months a year here.
Looking down from up the hill a bit.
The fireplace
Tiled floor. All this and a broken down Fiat. I have these kinds of dreams when my life gets too perfect.
What is it about perfection that is so irritating?
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