Not All About the Wine – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Yes, Wednesday can often mean Friday Fictioneers – we do like to twist your minds with that one.  This week, our fearless leader, Rochelle, has snagged her own pic as prompt.  How do you like them apples?  Well, I do. And if you do, too, why don’t you write your own 100-word story with beginning, middle and end and link it to the lovely frogette below.  G’head, it’s fun, not to mention an excellent way to learn how to trim the fat from our writing.

Fun frog with glass of wine Stock Photo by ©julos 63978267

Come on! Click!

They clinked their glasses with a “Salute!“, a smile, and a sip of wine.  Their regular get-togethers were an important part of each of their lives for various reasons.  The usual “We gotta do this more often” stated by one were always agreed to by the others with a resounding “Yes!

Everyone is so busy and it sometimes takes a valiant effort.  But we make it happen.  For our sanity.

“We should do this in Italy!” said one.

“Ohmygodyes!” the others chimed in.

“Can you imagine?”

“I’d like to more than imagine.”

They all sighed.

“Let’s start planning.”

“For real!”

 

 

Part of the Plan – Friday Fictioneers

Good Friday on Wednesday, my peeps!  Yep.  Another week has flown by.  The sun is shining brightly but it is still cold here in Quebec.  I’m having trouble visualising spring, the snow is so high still.  If this house had been settled before yesterday, I would be on the beach with my sisters and mother!  Oh well, I’ll just have to book something after I move by May 1st.

Thank you, always to Rochelle for challenging us to write 100-word stories that hopefully entertain you!  This week she chose c.e. ayr’s photo which reminded me of Italy.

Join in on the fun, why don’t you?

Click me! Click me!

 

Part of the Plan

Whose Vespa is parked outside the door?

Mine, why?

Yours? Really? Since when are you the Vespa type?

There’s a type? Where the hell did you get that notion?

Of course there is. You watch the movies. Any time there is someone driving a Vespa, they are well-to-do types who live in Italy, have al fresco parties with good food and wine and—oh… I get it…

What?

I see what you’re doing. Taking this whole visualisation thing a bit far, no? Wouldn’t it be better to just go back and visit Italy?

But I don’t want to come back.

Where Do I NOT Want to Visit?

Beach

Friday, November 7

Where is the one place you would never want to go on vacation that other people seem to love?

 

As one who wants to travel the world (!) I have trouble answering this one.  There are definitely places I am not inclined to visit and nor are most people… War-torn countries do not appeal to me.  I kind of like living and don’t feel the need to put myself into any precarious position just for the sake of saying “I’ve been there”.  Yes, disaster can happen anywhere but let’s face it, while there is a war going on, chances are more in favour of this happening!

I cannot truly say I will NEVER visit Cuba but it is very low on my list of places to visit.  You see, part of any good vacation in my books is food.  I have heard nothing good about the food in the resorts in Cuba – and going outside of the resorts is not a thing to consider (because that is probably where we would get good food).  Yes, one or two have said it’s not bad.  Hmmm…  Not bad is not good enough.  I will need more positive feedback before going.

I do hear the beaches are amongst the most beautiful, however.  It is a hugely popular destination for Canadians, Quebecers in particular.  It’s cheap. It’s not too far. It’s not on my list.  I just have so many other places to visit that ARE on my list!  At the top of the list has nothing to do with the Caribbean. (I love the Caribbean.  Have been there umpteen times.)

Way at the top is Tuscany – though after last night’s wine class, I am adding Trentino-Alto Adige to the list!  Maybe I’ll just have to take a year and visit the whole country.  Now there’s an idea…  I am obsessed with all things Tuscan/Italian.  I want to go and be a part of it, to experience it like a local.  Meet some Nonna who will bring me into her kitchen and teach me the how’s of real Italian cooking.  I keep threatening my family that I’m going to pull an “Under the Tuscan Sun” and stay there!  They will have to come and visit me!  One can dream, no?