![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The amount of books and movies that have swept an international audience with Italophilia is vast and Tuscany has often played a starring role. I moved to Italy for love but work is what brought me here. I once dreamt the word cliche was written on my forehead while waiting under a cypress tree for my Italian husband to pick me up on a seagreen Vespa. Tuscany’s thick, hand-made pasta was just one of many reasons for my visit. A key ingredient in locally made tomato sauce which is then slathered over pici. On the empty platform at Camucia, the dry Tuscan heat mixed with aglione, Val di Chiana’s spicy, giant and delicate cousin of garlic. I agreed to trade seats with one and we smiled with our eyes. A cluster of teenage girls in brightly colored masks celebrated the end of the school year, dozing in and out of TikTok sessions under their chunky headphones. A reminder that covid travel restrictions had only just been lifted, it was mostly empty. I had been to Cortona before but this was my post-vaccine maiden voyage. The train air offered breaths of disinfected hope. Departing early from Milano Centrale for Cortona, I declined to use the nose plugs distributed by Frecciarossa staff under my mask. ![]()
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