CHAPTER 1: The day I learned about l’encesa
"The sun had not yet touched that heart-leaf from our vineyards as I finished adjusting the lace of my espadrille, seated on my old wooden chair under the reed pergola that presided over the family’s orchard. In the background, the Mediterranean Sea. My bones still numb from the humidity and winter cold, I pick up my scissors and trinxets knife to start pruning the vine. A couple of hours later, my wife makes breakfast for my four children and her mother. The smell of freshly brewed coffee brings me inside and I pick up my usual bowl while [...]