Country House Il Piacere
Travel Blogs from Villa Lempa
One extreme to another!
... was the waiter and mama did all of the cooking.
We got up the next morning and it was cold and sunny. The thermometer in the car read 9 degrees Celcius. We paced up and headed out on the road. Our next stop was the Hilton Inn at the Rome airport. We emptied the car and prepared it for the trip back to the dealer tomorrow morning. We drove over to ...
Our final full day - also know as Ike-UGH!
... Yeah, she's okay." We laughed about that, because he said the same thing about his three children, of whom he is clearly proud. In addition to his restauranteur son he has two daughters, one of which is an attorney and the second who is a clinical psychologist. The latter spend ten days camped out with refugees immediately after the 2009 quake, enduring the harsh conditions and tending to their emotional welfare. When the quakes hit in Northern Italy last spring she was rushed up as ...
Our ventures with the Venturas
... it. Our next stop restored hope. I had seen signs for Obi many times and thought it was a home store, but never was quite sure. We walked in and found a few items that gave her hope, and when she saw the display of showers she made a noise of angels singing and a rapturous look on her face. She was a little disappointed at the limited offering, but saw signs of hope. We went next door to Iperceramica, but it was clearly more high end, so we departed quickly. Besides, ...
An introduction to Pescara (Part III)
... and she complimented me on my progress. It was so good to see her again! She of course greeted us with cake and juice and it was, as always delicious! We told her of the progress on the house and promised her we would invite her out when it was finished. After a while we decided it was time to move on, so we said goodbye and headed out to dinner. When Debbie and I bought out house in March I so badly wanted to celebrate with dinner at Il Braciere, but we were instead introduced ...
We interrupt these chores to bring you a honeymoon
... to cook their meals over. You go inside the cabin, buy your food, and cook it over these coals. All the while you are looking at this lurid, lunar landscape. And so it was that I introduced Debbie to arrosticini in Gran Sasso. We parked and walked into the restaurant, slightly surprised to hear English from some of the patrons who were already cooking their meals. This was clearly North American English, and I guessed that we would likely be visiting soon. We stepped ...