Sam has a place in Fagno, this little village up in the mountains.
We ate such nice Italian food. Three courses-you must expect.
An uncle used to be a collector of antique cameras and through him I inherited a few great pieces for mine, so that was the topic of broken Italian for the day.
I naturally took off by myself through the little stone streets to explore the rest of the village. I came across some juicy apple trees alongside an old shed with some ferrel cats in hiding. And of course an amazing view from above.
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