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Strada Perugia Ponte Valleceppi Perugia, Umbria, Italy

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Random thoughts and observations Part 2

A travel blog entry by ceciliag

... I will struggle to drink a normal hot chocolate when we get back. Anthony says he is becoming a coffee snob. He is drinking short blacks and Americanos (which are usually a double espresso) and loving them. We may both be unbearable when we return. That, of course assumes we weren't before we left. :-)

We have both taken over a thousand photos each. When we come back, be very afraid!

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Myfavorite saint was worth the wait

A travel blog entry by resiststatusquo

... But they gave it to me anyway. I ate as much as I could, then went back upstairs to have a hot shower and go to sleep.

I woke up in a hurry and proceded to get ready to see Asssis. I decided on a train time and ordered a taxi. Maya and I went walking to find the town. Up into the hills we went, finally arriving in the hillside town. I found the church, went inside, and look around. Next, we went into another area of the church, which was connected to ...

An Umbrian Excursion

A travel blog entry by sean_emily

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... abound.The energetic vibe of a college town combined with the phantasm of antiquity makes for an incredibly unique experience of Italy.

The food and drink of Umbria easily rival that of its infamous neighbor Tuscany. Numerous examples throughout Perugia can attest to this. Catching a latte and pastry at The Sandri, easily the finest cafe I've ever bothered to walk into (if you're ever there eat the pear tart, do yourself a favor). ...

Suzie’s Yard: much ado about olives

A travel blog entry by rootsandroutes

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... in fact a serious danger and, in previous years, Antonio had gone to hospital several times due to debris and cuts in his eyes.

At the end of the day, crates are counted and loaded into the van. The record for the largest number filled in one day was 23 – a record we missed by one and a half crates. Irrespective of how many crates are filled, a magic question is always on the tip of our tongues:

“ACLI?” Antonio asks, one eyebrow raised, knowing the ...

Mazzaforte: England in Italy?

A travel blog entry by rootsandroutes

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... concerned with chasing passing cars, hunters and sheep (and, in one instance, even a pair of wild boar), we were able to pause and take in the view. At the base of the steep mountain lay a valley enshrouded in a thick, low-lying mist; our breath visible in the bright, low sun at temperatures hovering around freezing.

A particularly bitter night saw the annual chestnut festival at a nearby village. A small, local festival, only a few dozen others had ventured ...