La Fattoria Spoleto
Via della Cava 32, San Giovanni di Baiano Spoleto, Umbria, Italy
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Lunch with a Princess? Tom's Take....
"If you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true"
Cinderella
Tom's Take: Ok
I'll admit, when Sandy first
said that we were going to have lunch with a Princess in her castle my initial
reaction was, "Boy, someone sold you a bill of goods. Is Elvis going to be there
too?" I mean really, who does that kind
of stuff? We are Tom and Sandy from Colorado, not Tom and whoever ...
Lunch with a Princess
The morning after we checked into the Palazzo we met Floriana. Born and raised in Soriano, this beautiful young woman led us and our new companions on a walking tour of the village and the castle. She shared the village history in such a real manner that I half expected to see Roman soldiers awaiting us as we crossed the drawbridge into the castle. Another day, Floriana took us to meet her friend, the Princess Giada Ruspoli, and we were ...
The day of the boat, the railway and the bus
We woke today to a still day. Capri was a goer. We breakfasted and set off in our little mini coaches to the waterfront. A boat called the Sorrento Jet pulled into the dock and we boarded. The trip was a little bumpy, but not too bad. A tour group of early 20's sitting near us were all a little nervous, but there was nothing really rough, just a few up and downs.
The Isle of Capri was very lovely. Our guide Enzo (same guide from Pompeii) met us at ...
Random thoughts and observations Part 2
... or whenever the mood takes them. And still there is no road rage. They beep their horns, and then move on. Even our bus driver just mumbles under his breath and then keeps going.
The soil here is a very pale colour. Not like the red of Australia or even the black of the Positano beach.
There is a lot of marble used in Italy. Every hotel seems to have marble stairs.
It ...
Myfavorite saint was worth the wait
I had tried and failed to convince myself not to go to Assisi. I knew that if I didn't go, there would always be a nagging part that would hafve regretted it. There were no CS-ers in Assisi, so I booked a hotel.
Upon arrive via taxi, I was somewhat startled. There didn’t seem to be anyone else staying in the place. It was in a dark and secluded area. The doors reminded me of a hospital. I had a vague sense that I would wind up in a horror ...



