Manzo alla Sarda

Previously

…Astrid caught my eye and smiled. It was a smile that said: This is who he is. I know him. And I am here. I left them a little later, pulling my collar up against the rain. The street was wet and dark, but the windows of Il Respiro del Mare glowed behind me. I turned once and saw Giovanni standing by the stove, Astrid beside him, her hand on his arm. The steam rose again, and the fennel sang its old song. And I knew, before he said a word, that the journey had already begun.