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We drove on for 15 minutes to a place called Raiano where we had a fabulous picnic lunch next to an old hermitage built over a stream in a picturesque gorge. The food was really tasty and very Italian. Carol had a swim in the chilly stream then we moved on to the Abbey of the Holy Spirit about 15 minutes out of Suloma and on the site of where Pope Celestine V founded ...
... was also wonderful with two of the best pastas I have ever tasted. While we were there, a man walked in with trays of fresh Porcini mushrooms that he had just picked. They were on one of our pastas. Some then shared a plate of baked mushrooms that were like small pieces of meat. Throw in the usual ceramic jug of local rough red and an espresso and lunch was complete......again. Derek asked for a caffe Americano (long black) ...
... with a fruit paste, smelly soft cheese, sausage rolls, cheese and bacon slice, black rice in a fabulous stock, pizza slice, spaghetti with crispy pancetta, cannelloni with spinach and ricotta, wild boar with green salad with linseed and pumpkin seeds, poached slow- cooked veal with zucchini, nut torte with chocolate base, espresso. The other drinks were an aperitif made from white raspberries, water, red wine, green ...
... Dutch stereotype). However, it was way too hilly (why do so many people think we have mountains in Holland??) so when I came across a farm where you could taste all kinds of food and juices in exchange for a donation, I decided to give up. After Bryan, Kaela, Michael and Vinodh arrived that evening I joined them for dinner after which we went out in Pai. We went to an outside bar where we, besides having a great time, also witnessed a massive dogfight. The next two days We all ...
... had mostly collapsed. It was still very scenic though. We saw a sounder of wild boar (I confess I looked up what the collective name for wild boar was) trotting not far from the path just as the thunder was starting to growl in the distance. As we got back to Pescasseroli, the rain started. Although John had been the one to look up the weather forecast, he hadn’t thought to pack his waterproof coat. We sheltered under a tree for a while but it was raining ...