I’d like to introduce you to Tony. He lives near the San Sebastiano church in Portofino. He was actually born some eighty years ago in our house. Together with his wife, he lived in our house, farmed the land and raised an assortment of livestock. His wife is the one who keeps giving us those farm fresh eggs that are wrapped up in newspaper and still have the cacca on them (no idea how to spell cacca…??? but I’m sure you know what that is right?).
Every day I see Tony walking up and down the long road brandishing his walking stick or sitting in front of the church just watching everything around him. He has the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen and a smile that never stops. He is probably by far the friendliest person in the region that I have ever met. Only thing is every time I meet up with him he doesn’t exactly remember who I am. I have to go into a long drawn out explanation and I even remind him that we get eggs from his wife. Still nothing…then I tell him which house is mine and the light bulb goes on. “Oh, I was born in that house!”, he says.
I just adore him, he has a light Spirit and to me he represents everything that is special about the country side. When I asked him if I could take a photo with both of us he insisted that I sit on his lap. How could I possibly refuse? I told him I was going to email it to my husband and make him jealous : )