It's one of those days when I want to be a wildflower growing between two rocks in a forgotten field somewhere enjoying my sweet little share of sunshine
The Mediterranean identity is the only one that is worth holding proudly.
It's vast like a blue horizon, green as a spring in April, lively as a fireplace dance after harvest, light as a glass of fermented grapes, warm as the sun of May, and rich as a fresly pressed olive oil.