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Random thoughts and observations Part 2
There are no road rules in Italy, only suggested guidelines for driving.
Just because there is no parking bay, does not mean you can't park there.
Italian (and French) drivers have a greater spatial awareness of their cars than we do. They seem to be able to put a two metre wide car into a 1.9 metre wide space, without problems. And they do it at speed. They pass on corners, double ...
Myfavorite saint was worth the wait
... convinced me that it would be better to pay 30 euros (special price because he liked Maya) to take me to the second station. After first I said no…but then decided it would be best. He drove me to the station, and I paid for our tickets.
The train finally arrived and a few women helped me to get my stuff onboard. This train ride was by far the best I have seen. On either side, trees with their golden leaves were standing tall, while after dark, ...
An Umbrian Excursion
... Balducci. We had a great base from which to explore the rest of the dramatic town of Gubbio. Gubbio is amazingly intact as far as the original structures and layout of the city. There's a rich history dating from before the Roman acquisition when Gubbio was a major religious center for the Bronze age inhabitants. In fact at the Palazzo dei Consoli museum you can find remarkably in the chapel, the Iguvine tablets. The Iguvine tablets are ...
Suzie’s Yard: much ado about olives
... riper and fatter olives used in most mass-produced oil.
Suzie and Antonio were both very successful in previous jobs – Suzie in sales and marketing; Antonio in environmental consultancy. Originally planning to use their current house just outside the picturesque Tuscan hill town of Cetona as a holiday home, they realised how much of their work could be done at a distance from their current base in London. The growth of the internet as a medium for communication in ...
Mazzaforte: England in Italy?
... 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 ...


