These are two of the many pictures my dad took 1985 on a family vacation (one of many) in Italy. In the first one, it’s my brother and me next to each other, and my little sister on the floor – as always munching on something. It was taken in Volterra, Tuscany.
My first memories are from those vacations to Italy. Driving down there in our huge old Mazda. My brother getting carsick. The pickled eggs my dad made for the drive. The heat, the smell of herbs in the sun and the sound of cicadas in the gardens of the old farmhouse we lived in. The smell of the big inside-fireplace. The coolness of the dark rooms with the thick stone walls. The little spring close to the house, where my brother caught a fire salamander. The little doll I got for my fourth birthday that summer. Our trips to the sea, the smell of pine trees and warm sand in the Pineta (second picture). The fat white kernels of the broad beans we ate in the garden. Happy nostalgic memories.