Italy, March-April 2026
Enchanted by the idea of some Italian romance, we filled Remco’s car with shovels and crossed the border and headed towards the Mediterranean. Pasta? Pizza? Pasta Pizza? Pasta Pasta? Chasing meters of snow leftover from a record season in Prato Nevoso, we drove up and down the hairpins of the town filming clips around the roofs and walls of the buildings in the town perched on the ridge, taking routine espresso breaks and basking in the sunshine, returning in the evening to Hotel Ski Lift and the company of our rehearsedly dramatic, delightfully emotive hotel manager, Giuseppe. After the week of street clips, we found ourselves some salt water before we headed home.
