pondering life in the abruzzo hills
for two weeks andreas and i worked side-by-side on his family's vineyard, the nonna and mama helping out as they could. He liked chocolate cake for breakfast, talking to me for hours about astrophysics (i barely understood those italian terms), when the steel tanks heated up from the wine fermentation and driving the tractor under low branches as i stood in the back ducking down low. He was a good friend.