When an Italian woman scrubbed meat sauce off my breasts
Faith restored in Verona
after an enchanting dinner in vicenzia we retired home in verona. keith showered and i enjoyed what was possibly the most exquisite sunset of all time. the river rushed by outside our front door. mopeds honked loudly. tourists called to one another as they took photos on the bridge. the sun painted a perfect tangerine mural in the river. soon swans swam in the pink brush strokes that reflected the sapphire sky. i put on my new floral jumpsuit and we were on our way to one of the best meals ever experienced.
du shei is a restaurant that could easily be overlooked. tucked into local apartments it would be easy to miss. once inside the restaurant opens up to a beautiful garden. with the colder weather, we opted for a cozy table inside. lit by candles and dark wood walls it was already the setting for romance. we began with a beautiful glass of white wine. each fitting our personal tastes perfectly. next we bought a bottle of amorane, which was hands down the best wine we had during our whole trip. while that opened up keith had tuna tartar and it was laid out inside of a shell with various flowers.
I had a ravioli stuffed with spinach and ricotta. on top was shaved parmesan and a wine reduction sauce.Keith had shrimp pasta.
Then i had steak with black truffles and a wine sauce, keith had duck in an orange sauce. both were fantastic beyond measure. While i was enjoying the steak and wine combination i managed to shoot a peice of meat off the plate and into my breasts before landing on the floor. besides the total loss of steak bite i also managed to make a fairly large wine stain on my new jumpsuit. much to my embarrassment the hostess say this and came rushing by. in a flurry of italian she took my hand and led me to the bathroom. in there she vigorously sprayed my top with this white powder. repeatedly saying "no problem no problem" i looked saddened by the mess i had made and my chest now covered in some potent powder. she ushered me back to my seat, still covered in white powder. i continued to eat my meal and after about 15 minutes she came and grabbed my hand again. once back in the bathroom she took out a scrubbing brush and went to town on my top (still on my body) when she was done the stain was gone. it was an Italian miracle. this was italian hospitality at its finest. she was the epitome of a sweet mother who had seen one too many tops ruined by a delicious wine sauce. i was thankful for her kindness, preparation for such events and most importantly the food. we finished with a white truffle cheesecake with a fig marmalade. this is even better than it sounds, all of my truffle dreams had combined together to make this beautiful concoction. i ended up taking part of it home to enjoy for breakfast the next day and again on the following day <3
in the morning while keith went to retrieve our rental car to get to venica venica i explored behind our home. the winding stairs were too enticing to not go adventuring at least once. with each step i climbed the view grew better and better before me. at the top i reached construction what looked to be a school, infront of it was a view of the entire city. here i sat and enjoyed the quiet hum of the city. the temperature was just right and i didnt want to leave. up above it all i could really see why it is called the city for lovers. i had found my spot in this city. a few blocks behind it all i saw a life blossom before my eyes. i had found home.
with moments to spare i ran down the stairs (along with local joggers) to meet keith with the car, we loaded all our things said goodbye and headed to a local bakerey. here i got another 3 focassia pizzas and brownie batter cookies. the sunshine was warm, my man had his fast car, i had tasty treats and we were on our way to wine country.
after an enchanting dinner in vicenzia we retired home in verona. keith showered and i enjoyed what was possibly the most exquisite sunset of all time. the river rushed by outside our front door. mopeds honked loudly. tourists called to one another as they took photos on the bridge. the sun painted a perfect tangerine mural in the river. soon swans swam in the pink brush strokes that reflected the sapphire sky. i put on my new floral jumpsuit and we were on our way to one of the best meals ever experienced.
du shei is a restaurant that could easily be overlooked. tucked into local apartments it would be easy to miss. once inside the restaurant opens up to a beautiful garden. with the colder weather, we opted for a cozy table inside. lit by candles and dark wood walls it was already the setting for romance. we began with a beautiful glass of white wine. each fitting our personal tastes perfectly. next we bought a bottle of amorane, which was hands down the best wine we had during our whole trip. while that opened up keith had tuna tartar and it was laid out inside of a shell with various flowers.
I had a ravioli stuffed with spinach and ricotta. on top was shaved parmesan and a wine reduction sauce.Keith had shrimp pasta.
Then i had steak with black truffles and a wine sauce, keith had duck in an orange sauce. both were fantastic beyond measure. While i was enjoying the steak and wine combination i managed to shoot a peice of meat off the plate and into my breasts before landing on the floor. besides the total loss of steak bite i also managed to make a fairly large wine stain on my new jumpsuit. much to my embarrassment the hostess say this and came rushing by. in a flurry of italian she took my hand and led me to the bathroom. in there she vigorously sprayed my top with this white powder. repeatedly saying "no problem no problem" i looked saddened by the mess i had made and my chest now covered in some potent powder. she ushered me back to my seat, still covered in white powder. i continued to eat my meal and after about 15 minutes she came and grabbed my hand again. once back in the bathroom she took out a scrubbing brush and went to town on my top (still on my body) when she was done the stain was gone. it was an Italian miracle. this was italian hospitality at its finest. she was the epitome of a sweet mother who had seen one too many tops ruined by a delicious wine sauce. i was thankful for her kindness, preparation for such events and most importantly the food. we finished with a white truffle cheesecake with a fig marmalade. this is even better than it sounds, all of my truffle dreams had combined together to make this beautiful concoction. i ended up taking part of it home to enjoy for breakfast the next day and again on the following day <3
in the morning while keith went to retrieve our rental car to get to venica venica i explored behind our home. the winding stairs were too enticing to not go adventuring at least once. with each step i climbed the view grew better and better before me. at the top i reached construction what looked to be a school, infront of it was a view of the entire city. here i sat and enjoyed the quiet hum of the city. the temperature was just right and i didnt want to leave. up above it all i could really see why it is called the city for lovers. i had found my spot in this city. a few blocks behind it all i saw a life blossom before my eyes. i had found home.
with moments to spare i ran down the stairs (along with local joggers) to meet keith with the car, we loaded all our things said goodbye and headed to a local bakerey. here i got another 3 focassia pizzas and brownie batter cookies. the sunshine was warm, my man had his fast car, i had tasty treats and we were on our way to wine country.
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