We try to end the night around the fire pit as much as possible when we're in Asti.
Whether it's dead of winter or a warm summer evening, sitting around the campfire is a magical time that unites us in a sort of primeval gathering, watching the fire crackle, the sparks fly and smelling the smoke. It's a time of story telling, laughter and s'mores.
I remember sitting around the fire as a little girl feeling lucky that my parents were letting me stay up late, just like we did when we let the granddaughters stay up late the other night. They will never forget those nights in Asti and neither will we.
I remember sitting around the fire as a little girl feeling lucky that my parents were letting me stay up late, just like we did when we let the granddaughters stay up late the other night. They will never forget those nights in Asti and neither will we.
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