Italy is beautiful.
Around every corner a new dream: gentle slopes, unexpected churches, villages, magical, and above all a thousand restaurants and a bib!
Ah, to have time to travel the length and off at walking pace!
As pilgrims yesterday and today, perhaps, only aliens.
To start we became (at last) a first section with mules.
parties on Friday quietly, it was an adventure along the motorway south-Grottamare Rimini: detours, temporary signs, as illuminzioni even Las Vegas. Sull'Internzionale affected by a recent article which said that a serious accident caused by the sign wrong, I must admit, although I claim to be SuchMacher I was a little 'tense. Paid
undue toll was the went on a walk.
Destination Preci, in the province of Perugia, Green in the Sibillini our live across a group of donkeys (and not intended as a definition for neighbors rude sarcastic). It is housed in
Guesthouse, accommodation basic, but functional and economical. In
12 where there are 68: a room to each family with its own bathroom. Marcello
every morning he had plenty of choice in such isolation toilet in peace, and was so happy!
Sometimes it takes so little to make them happy ... ;)
Lone Monica, scouts, led double sheets where there are only bunk beds, I-mode before the class, to answer "I've got " to all questions, the sake of completeness, I also brought the grandchildren!
- " You also have 2 more people? " - " I have it! "
The first night dinner at Porcello Felice, the restaurant near Farm Collaccio : Do not you eat badly but with that name, I must admit, the expectations were very different!
Instead, to quote Lone, " If Porcello is happy to say that the guests are less ... . Holy words.
On Saturday, finally, the coveted Trekking mules, donkeys were in the end, but the result does not change: the children were happy and so do I!
One, Two, Three ... With Me!
meeting at 10 Ankaran Norcia where we started to become familiar with donkeys, very gentle and docile animals. The children (aged three and up) are the path on their backs while the parent takes the animal trying to keep him from eating all appear before the bush.
fact are normally fed dry hay while they are fond of grass. The difference? Quickly told: the return after the beasts had snapped up fresh herbs, were sprayed in the !
The guide told us about a time when a lady had approached too animal that preceded it, which, in the effort to climb, he would "wash" so to speak. Laughs, for others, for the lady a bit 'less!
A nice walk for a couple of hours and then stop in the Garden at the 'Abbey Sant'Eutizio for lunch at the saddle based on Tuscan bread salad of farro, including the various local salami ciauscolo , pecorino cheese and good salt. Red wine, cookies, watermelon, coffee and digestive burp, all inclusive!
Therefore, the path back to the car, just in time to avoid the rain we've been pardoned!
One, Two, Three ... THANKS time!
(Let me explain: Each charming flower meadow, a charming little church, a small village we repeated grandchildren to stimulate their enthusiasm and amazement: " but look how wonderful! but where we have taken? ", and, sarcastic-but grateful, at least I hope - " one ... two ... three .. . thanks aunt! ).
the evening Stephen and Lone proclaimed chef, we were fed a super carbonara with pepper and shavings of ricotta salata and sausages cooked on the grill, miraculously kept on, despite the rain, my nephew Alexander, who led by a spirit of survival addressed the interpersonal and probably (because I was safe on dry land and I have no idea how and what he did) has protected the flame with his own body! Mythical
.
Stefano, even, has also spoiled the next morning with ricotta pancakes for breakfast.
What a delight!
One, Two, Three ... Thank you!
Undecided on how to structure the return (pool, spa or playing?), We were guided by the weather until Castelluccio di Norcia , but we decided not to visit just because of rain.
wandering aimlessly and it was not the house we ran, the more the need to feed their babies, because that inspired the restaurant "Queen Giovanna" Arquata del Tronto to where we were divinely.
We ate too well, spent nothing and gave us a bottle of pure wine!
One, Two, Three ... Thanks Lone! (which was not hungry, he did it for the kids and has strafogato of each!)
Finally, the return was accompanied by the commentary of an exhausting Italy-New Zealand
One, Two, Three ... mavvaff ..
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