A walk in the beautiful Tuscan hills
Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
97Trip End Feb 02, 2011
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Stafano and Iselin had planned a walk up into the mountains and an open fire BBQ picnic. Pietro and Arianna, hearing our plan when we dropped by, decided to join us too. After a late breakfast, we gathered supplies and hopped in the car to drive to the start of the walking trail. At the start of the trail children were strapped to backs, jumpers taken off and the uphill climb began
It was such a beautiful walk; it’s pretty indescribable really. There were so many flowers and wild herbs and everything was so lush and green. The valley below was a beautiful flowing patchwork of red roofed villages, olive groves and green fields. I don’t know how long we walked for, time was pretty irrelevant today, but my guess would be a couple of hours, before we came to the place were we would have our BBQ. It was a rather large house, nestled into a patch of pine forest with a spring running behind it. I don’t know what the house was there for or who uses it. The house itself was closed as it apparently always is, but there is a big firepace outside where we could make a fire and cook.
However things were not so simple. No one had brought anything to light the fire with. When we had collected enough wood, we set about trying to make fire. I found a few bottoms of broken bottles but the sun was not shinning very much and the clouds and the bottles weren’t quite the right shape top make a hot enough point. Felix set about trying to rub sticks together, also without much success. But with no other solution but to give up and go without a cooked lunch or keep trying, we kept trying.
After about an hour of trying with not even a smouldering or a spark, Damiano, (who we stayed with on the very first night we were in Pian Di Sco’ before the baptism) arrived with everything we needed to get the fire going, and in no time at all the fire was roaring.
Big chunks of meat are not really my choice of food but lunch was still very good (Felix says 'mind blowingly delicious!'), the salad and bread was more my thing. When we had eaten, we made out way down the hill which possibly took even longer then the way up because of our foraging for wild herbs and flower picking.
For dinner it was off to Miriam and Pietro’s where Gauss, Eugenia and another friend of Miriam and Pietro, Diego joined us. And as expected our last Italian feast was soon over. Felix and I very happily rode Nina again (for the first time since leaving her in Italy almost a month earlier to visit the U.K.) back to Pian Di Sco’ where I am about to fall asleep and Felix will no doubt be awake until two AM restoring our crashed iPhone navigation system. And as one last thought to what has been a rather short entry by my usual standards, I think Pian Di Sco’, Pian for short, would be a excellent name for a cat.