was invented. This must be where all the paintings of the narrow cobblestone paths, along tall stone, same colored homes were created...you know the ones. The history here dates back to 1200 and these houses still stand with loyalty and patchwork.
I'm staying in a B&B called Casavera and I'm getting smarter by the hour. This trip offers me may firsts and i wish i could write about them all
. Here is one you may enjoy: My experience with percolating coffee is limited. First of all, the times i can recall being in the presence of this contraption, it came with a plug. Since coffee is a staple here, and there was a canister of espresso, i felt it safe to assume there would be a way to make coffee, somehow. Found a tiny pot looking thing that would go well on a barista's counter, examined it, took the three piece module apart, and fortunately recognized where to put the coffee grounds. Now, where the water went, that challenge came with TWO choices; top or bottom? I tried each and nothing seemed to bring the water through the coffee grounds to make the coffee. Was i to turn it upside down? And what about heat, how was the coffee going to get hot? Chuckling to myself i decided to wait and ask for direction. Later that day, when i caught Tinkerbell (Sabrina, the tiny hostess of this B&B who zips from spot to spot almost like she is flying), she showed me that i had the coffee and water in the right place. Then she turned the knob for the gas stove, and put it up there. "Woosh, woosh, woosh after 2 minutes." Sound effects help describe and surly help make a better pot of coffee!
Dining alone opens one up to observation as i am not busy with conversations of my own (outside of my head). the first night here, there was a large group of people who had several children of which 4 sat at a separate table near the group and next to me
. These folks were French and i have to say the children were the best behaved and well mannered i have seen. I was eager to explain my impression to the parents on my exit. Glad i did, because it seemed to mean a lot to hear that and the next thing you know i was the star of the moment, invited to sit with them at the big table and visit. The kids were funny and eager to hear me speak English as they 2 of them were starting their study of it. These families all had great energy, some spoke English, some not - and after about a half hour, they invited me to come and stay with them in Strasbourg, France if my travels were to take me there. Wow, that was really generous and a great way to make a better impression of the French (hahaha).
Don't let me forget to tell you about the next night's dinner - more Limoncello - and a meeting with another special family Carlo and Julia who owned the restaurant. Amazing!!!
The only unnerving thing about this stay in Orvieto was yippy dogs. Seriously, what's with all the dogs who have a higher pitched screech than a 6th grade girl watching Friday the 13th
, (part 27)? I have to think these canines came with the wealthier tourists - you know the ones who insist on bringing their "dogs" e v e r y w h e r e they go
. On the upside, i did see a Boxer last night who reminded me that their are still real dogs living among us. (this excerpt is dedicated to Christie Lou).
Random Note: Hand washing clothes...Tide, good work on your extra strength, "1-load" travel packet (thanks, Starr!). When used with less water (in a sink), this soap goes a looooong way! I have done laundry twice now by hand. It's actually kinda fun.
OK - gotta scoot - the next farm is waiting - onto Viterbo until the 16th, then over to Spoleto until 8/30. Not sure of the internet connections at either farm - so - you may not hear from me for a while - it's all good, I'll catch you up when i can.........Peace, out.
8/6 - 8/8: OK - so, sometimes one just gets lucky. I decided 4 nights in Florence was enough and that i wanted to stay in Orvieto, simply for the ease of my transfer to the next farm (they said they needed to drop a WWOOFer off at the Orvieto train station and could pick me up there). So, out of the big city and into - low and behold - a mini oasis of simplicity, beauty and charm. Ok folks, we are now kickin' it historical style! Orvieto must be where the word