... One Easter holiday, we crossed the sea to visit an old friend; once on the island, we took the the coast road nestling between the cliffs and the sea and we were amazed at the newly-discovered beauty we found there; the asphalt was edged with an explosion of asphodels, lavender and wild herbs in full bloom; our vision was inebriated by immense fields of gold and the air was hung with the intense perfume of wild asters. We were in Gallura
...past the gas station and on down the road towards our destination; the dust from the white road reminded me of the earth’s odour at the vineyard, where my father used to take me..

... when all of a sudden...