Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai …

Is this for youth, the drunk, or the nymphomaniac? Or for all ages of the numerically challenged?

Ah, to revel in a life once full of romantic encounters — with cultures, cuisines, conclaves, and, sometimes, complications. So few of these are documented, at least here. It would make a good story. It’s been a long pathway. But these days, can’t afford a good bottle of vino tinto — necessary to lubricate a fluid pen to commit to paper, or screen. Someday. When the time, skill, and courage converge.