Under the Tuscan Sun

He’s not going to do it.The waiter just slapped a medieval-icious silver sword on our table, and started peeling the foil off the top of our bottle of Franciacorta Rose. I mean, seriously? It’s dangerous. He might get glass in my glass of bubbly bubbles. Isn’t swiping the top of a champagne bottle with a…

A Week by the Lake

I had lunch al fresco today, and for the first time this year, the air was marginally on the wrong side of comfortable. It may be one of the last outdoor lunches I get before its too hot. Yes, that’s right, summer is on the way. Most would think that Dubai residents would regard the…