Marmellata di fichi


Today the grandmother of my boyfriend, let’s call him E for short, gave me about thirty or so figs in a container fresh from her garden. Her garden is where she goes everyday, located less than a ten minute drive away at one of the family villas. Rain or shine, you will find her there. It is the most gorgeous villa I have ever laid eyes on, the road leading up to the villa is beautiful in itself, to the left are multiple rows of grape vines and to the right is a field of sunflowers. Only in the summer months the sunflowers are there, but I like to imagine them there always.