From the
moment Ms. Markel, a native Alabamian whose Southern hospitality
has not diminished, met my Alitalia train from the Rome
airport in Florence on a drizzly Sunday morning, I sensed
I had made
the right choice.
Minutes later, as
we drove through olive groves and vineyards to the Pincitores’ Fattoria
degli Usignoli (Farm of the Nightingales),
that conviction strengthened.
When I sat down to
lunch with my new classmates in the converted wine
cellar that serves as
the dining
room, I knew I was home.
Todd S. Purdum,
The
New York Times,
January 5, 1994
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