On a wet winter night.
For the last seven days I have been fighting an unusually aggressive chest cold. No smoking. No drinking. No taste.
I hardly noticed not smoking my pipe or the occasional cigar. I have not missed a bit the usual glass of wine, or our Friday martini. It’s flavours I can’t live without! For the last week I have eaten all these fantastic and tasty dishes, but no matter how hard I tried, I could only perceive some very basic “salted-acidic-sweet-bitter”. Nothing more.
Can’t wait to go back to all mi vices, but it looks like I’m only addicted to one.
This was sitting on the platform next to my train in Verona. Feels more my style than the RyanAir flights 😉