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Dad blinds me on some wine

What does it mean when you're at a coffee shop, sitting at the window, glancing at the outside world as a lively background to illustrated maps of Italy on your computer, when people walk by and do a double take as they see you? Either I'm particularly handsome today or I'm off my game either today or always. Or I'm radiantly ugly or whatever. But yes. It's been a productive day of studying northern and central Italy, mapping out the budding and ripening nuances of the numerous grapes, matching up soil types to regions, and learning about the wines. Dreadful. I love Italy, but it's basically like untangling a really big bowl of spaghetti. It's fun, sans the history-laden parts, which - yes - I...

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