green woods. filled with chestnut trees and elms and many more trees with names unknown to me. what i do know is that i am a big fan of all those green canopies we walked beneath to get to our tall white house on the hillside. as seen here from behind a mysterious locked gate.
maybe you will come to spoleto one day. maybe in the spring. and every vine you can imagine will be trying its hardest to capture your attention with their lush and furry climbing arms. spreading everywhere. hugging the houses.
it’s very likely that you will see a madonna with a tin foil stole. maybe a primrose. little altars everywhere. you can count on that!
and on hypnotic views where you can watch the sun touch the fields and rooftops.
this was our favorite window. on our favorite bridge which i mentioned before in the last post. the ponte delle torri. we walked past it and paused each time. the view different according to the weather. with no umbrellas to our names the hoods of our rainjackets got used to going up and down. one day we took refuge under a stone overhang while we watched hail pinging down on the path. but like all the clouds, even the ones holding the hail were fast moving.
one day my sister walked into town by herself and brought back blood oranges! and apples! and ham! and bread! and pesto! and hazlenut cream sandwich cookies! we ate lunch when she got back home. it was good.
i had to stay on the terrace and sketch, stare into space, make videos, read, and write. engage with the personality of the house and the surrounding olive groves. study the wisteria.
of course it was nice to go across the bridge for 5 course lunches too.
pasta with truffle sauce.
cheesy truffly saucy pastry.
bread soaked in olive oil and rubbed with garlic. then toasted!
sorry. i didn’t get photos of the rest of the courses, but there was a dessert involving chocolate and pumpkin and panna cotta. and a main course starring pigeon. will you believe me if i tell you it tasted like chicken?
we stopped at this park at the top of the hill in town each day to admire the cats.
slow days. filled with small adventures. walking, good food. naps. sketching. and one day a long and lovely drive through the countryside with franco the caretaker of the farmhouse!
we chatted with him daily through the kitchen windows.
he brought us a gift of fresh eggs and wild asparagus.
i have so much to tell you. i’m getting to that country drive. and my sketchbook. and plenty of others notes and observations. bit by bit.
while i was in umbria, one of the class members from TICKET TO VENICE and also someone i featured before on DFLA, took her own trip to venice. i had such fun following her on instagram while i was gone. anyway she’s blogging about her own time in venice. i for one am staying tuned!
i get a lot of emails from blog readers about trips they’re taking. if YOU are headed somewhere and are planning to blog about it either while you’re there or when you get home please let me know in the comments. i try and remember to go back and check out everyone’s trip reports but i need reminders!