Her words were the stimulus that caught my attention and cleared my sadness… I suddenly found myself thinking in her project. The images crossed my mind as if they were images from a Fellini movie. I would have to postpone a successful profession and move on, change the direction, since my destiny was Italy… I was impressed by her gestures; I was breathing her courage. Her determination was the final push so that I could make up my mind. The risk of a new company was combined with the nice feeling of being able to stay in my country, near my loved ones. How could I not accompany her?!!! In that way, by shaking off our wounds and getting rid of the ghosts of fear, we started to work.
Nowadays, Francesco is another house offered by the Barberas in Mendoza, hoping that those who visit us can feel the flavors and affection of our home. Retold by Beatriz Barbera, July 2006.
Beatriz Barbera, July 2006.
Like a wine is able to spread the trace of those that accompanied it from the vine to the bottle, food is like a union and outcome of a long process in which tenths of persons contribute with their work.