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Some things never change—they're immune. Immune to progress, evolution, rites of passage, growing up. They’re so endemic, core, woven into every last fiber of your being that there is no compromising them. They nag at you, pull, and always win. And that’s how it was with Ludie.
There I was, just married in Florence. My wife, Ludie, and I were ready for a new chapter in our love story.
Perhaps our wedding somehow made everything look more vibrant (glimmering Tuscan yellows and warm terracottas), sound more melodious (a constant excitement buzzing in the air), or maybe it’s just that certain dreams are chronic. Sure, they sometimes go into remission but only temporarily; they often relapse and recur, and I couldn’t get my dream of driving through Tuscany with Ludie out of my mind. A honeymoon wouldn’t be complete without her.
Luckily, these types of dreams—the really critical ones—are also infectious: Kika was on board.
Together, we cast aside convenience, bid farewell to practicality. We jumped into our Alfa Romeo GTV, ready to brave the Tuscan heat. First stop: Cortona.