Ever since I remember, home has always meant green hills covered in vines for me. Even when I was a little girl attending the elementary school, we used to spend the first days of the new school year wandering around the centre of Cupra Montana to admire the preparation of the famous “Sagra dell’Uva” (of..
I must admit, I am not a real wine connoisseur myself. I grew up by having a bottle of white wine (namely, Verdicchio) on the table, for lunch and/or dinner but, beside that, my family is not really eager to get to know with the wine. Even though the first thing I miss as soon..
