ike a gemstone in the morning sunli

ista, exploring the surrounding countryside, and practici

beauty – wandering through narrow streets, visiting h

iazza del Campo, my eyes wi

co towered above me, its

paved with reddish-brown bricks, ra

lled about, enjoying coffee

notice a handsome stranger walki

t flying as strong arms caug

hed my embarrassment as pierc

e you okay?" he asked, h

sion – and his captivating gaze. "Sì

e gathered my scattered belongings.

tivating. I introduced myself, feeling a flu

rushing against mine again. "May I buy you a

soft and intimate – made m

soft and intimate – made m

grazie Ace," I repli

ered his arm, gesturing towards

outside and en

ghtly touching mine, sending g

ted Ace warmly and showed us to a

intently as I shared stories of my journey from America to Italy. His

ard in the nearby Chianti region – his passion fo

his kindness, sense of hu

ed effortlessly, like

s – Italian poet Dante Alighieri and

d monastery with stunning frescoes and a fami

e – Ryan's control and my escape to Ital

sting a warm glow over Piazza del Cam

ave the pleasure of your company again – perha

tered at the