Under The Tuscan Sun Page #3

it is raining.

Okay, everyone, we're here!

Yeah! Okay!

Oops.

Sorry.

You're empty.

You need a little more?

Whoo!

You want more wine?

- Little more vino?

- Excuse me.

- Can a black gal get a drink?

- Yes, she can.

Frances, little more?

Mm-hmm.

You've got to loosen up, honey.

We having a party!

Buongiorno.

Si.

What?

Pretty awesome, isn't it?

Yes, I think you could say that.

Pretty awesome.

God, how am I gonna get

through all of these?

I mean, how do you begin

to describe all of this?

If you have a pen,

I could write it for you.

Are you a good writer?

I used to be.

All right.

Well, have a go.

To my mom.

Dear Mom.

Dear Mom.

It's market day in Cortona.

The piazza is an ongoing party,

and everyone is invited.

Clichs converge

at this navel of the world.

You almost want to laugh,

but you can't help feeling

these Italians know more

about having fun than we do.

I eat a hot grape

from the market,

and the violet sweetness

breaks open in my mouth.

It even smells purple.

I wish I could stay longer, but

the bell reminds me of time.

"Ding-dang-dong," the bell

says, instead of "ding-dong."

- I wish you were here.

- Love...

Rodney.

Thanks.

"It even smells like purple"?

My mom will never believe

I wrote this.

Keep it.

"Ding-dang-dong goes the bell."

I'm sorry.

Bramasole.

"Bramasole."

It's a nice little villa.

Rather run-down, but redeemable.

Are you going to buy it?

No, no, no.

I'm just a tourist

here for the day.

So?

Well, who wouldn't want to buy

a villa in Tuscany?

But the way my life's been going

that would be a terrible idea.

A terrible idea.

Mm-hmm.

Don't you just love those?

Sorry, everybody.

Unscheduled stop.

Look at the sheep.

Oh, my gosh.

Stop the bus!

Stop the bus!

Hello?

Hello?

Sh*t.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can I help you, signora?

Yes, I thought

the house was for sale.

Oh, no.

The house is for sale.

But, unfortunately,

someone's already buying it.

We like it very much,

and we'll buy it today.

Very good.

One moment please.

Excuse me.

They want it.

They agree on the price.

So soon?

Then we asked too little.

Ask for 20 million lire more,

at least.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid that there has

been a change in the price.

It is now 20 million lire

more expensive.

Why? It didn't get

more valuable in five minutes.

The contessa feels

she has asked too little

since you agreed to buy it.

That logic is absurd.

Excuse me?

What is the price?

Are you bidding against us?

Wait.

We accept the new price.

No, this is a beautiful house.

And whoever wants it

has to pay double.

The contessa says that

since there is so much

interest in the house,

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