Sunday 6 November 2011
Not much to report that day, and what's wrong with that? With only three full days left to enjoy our gorgeous L'Antica Vetreria digs in Piegaro, digging them we were, the only occupants left in the off-season.
After Charles whipped up an onion omelet with a touch of fresh garlic for breakfast, he sorted through some old paperwork he didn't want to lug around any more. Nicole got some coveted uninterrupted laptop time and finished up her blogs and otherwise just noodled enjoyably, and she and Dian decorated some more pine cone Christmas ornaments before Dian took a walk down the hill to explore the cemetery we could see from our northern windows. She reported it was covered in flowers, left by families on All Saints Day.
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| A local waving hello |
Then we got busy, Dian and Nicole attacking the bathrooms in all the units, as promised to our generous benefactor Colleen (now back in Seattle till February), while Charles took a large bag of dirty laundry to the laundromat. Having the previous experience of figuring out the machines, he strategized drying cycles so one wash and two drying loads cost only (gulp) 16 Euros -- about 22 bucks. He decided he'd have to drink a lot of cheap Tuborgs to compensate for that extreme expense.
Dinner by Dian was a healthy pasta concoction sauced with fresh tomatoes, baby peas, parmesan reggiano cheese and spices from the terrace. It looked like we'd have a good portion of leftovers, but no one could resist nibbling after the plates were pushed away. Would Charles' weight loss/increasingly concave stomach suffer from this domestic indulgence in Piegaro? We would see. Soon we'd be back on the road with fewer eating choices and more walking, but so far all his pants still fell off without a tightened belt. Hooray! More trivia book grilling from Dian and compliments for her travel mates for their wide range of knowledge. Next year, LA, look out Jeopardy.
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| The spread |
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| The dish |
After Charles whipped up an onion omelet with a touch of fresh garlic for breakfast, he sorted through some old paperwork he didn't want to lug around any more. Nicole got some coveted uninterrupted laptop time and finished up her blogs and otherwise just noodled enjoyably, and she and Dian decorated some more pine cone Christmas ornaments before Dian took a walk down the hill to explore the cemetery we could see from our northern windows. She reported it was covered in flowers, left by families on All Saints Day.
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