How I fell asleep in a vineyard in Italy


Travelling through the Tuscan hills, plucking fresh olives and popping them in one’s mouth, and sipping on a freshly fermented glass of Chianti is a dream for many people’s parents.

Let’s be honest, it’s been one my fantasies even before I’ve had the chance to sip on the courage nectar. I don’t even like wine that much, but it’s hard to argue with that glorious vision. I dreamed of absolutely demolishing plates of heavy pasta, wood fire oven pizzas, cannoli, gelato and everything under the Tuscan sun.

In the summer of 2018, I got the chance to fulfill my legacy, when I arrived in the small town of Certaldo of Tuscany. I can confirm with confidence that I had no clue what to expect when entering the Country. I had studied Guy Fierri extensively throughout my teen years, eating a large amount of fettuccine, but never had I experienced the…

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