Our cousin Sylvana took us for a night picnic in the mountains above Aglie. Some said we were crazy. Some said we would be attacked by wild boars. Others scratched their heads as we left Torino and ventured into the abyss with a trunk full of prosciutto crudo and moscato for dessert. They do not know though the magic of being in the woods at night after scavenging for fire wood. They don't know the sparkle in my boys' eyes as they sit around the fire and listen to stories of our family's adventures. They do not know the wonderful sleeps the four of us had when we all got home...or in the case of some of us, when we got into the car! When it is dead quiet, you can hear the crackle of the fire, feel the heat on your face, enjoy the glow and warmth of being together. Some might say you're crazy not to try a night picnic in the woods!
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