I love when it rains in the summer. It reminds me of Forte dei Marmi. We used to spend the summer holidays there, when Forte dei Marmi was a beautiful and peaceful place. It has changed a lot. I hate it now but I loved it when I was a child and used to stay in Tuscany for two months with my family.
If I close my eyes I can smell it. The smell of the pinery after the rain. The smell of the roads, the wet sand and the menacing sky.
“We have to go home, Lola. It’s going to rain”
And home we went, all together. And then my friends came over and we played board games with my grandpa. I then thought that life was easy, no stress, no negative thoughts, surrounded by a family who adored me.
The Tuscan years… summer storms & focaccia.