. . . the bottom of the Italian Alps, that is. We were heading to the town where cheese is born, Asiago cheese that is. To get there we had to drive through the mountains and into the town that sits in a valley of various mountain ranges. However, we did have to stop a few places because the view was so incredible and also because I drank three glasses of crystal light before I left and that did not sit well with the winding roads - such winding roads. All the same, it was fun - Now here is the proof:
(stayed tuned for the next post - it's dedicated to my mother and all about ASIAGO!!)
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