Benvenuti to all my Loyal and New Followers
People who come to visit us for the first time, always ask where we got our lovely wooden benches that are carefully positioned to enjoy our panoramic view. Well, they are a pair that we bought in England back in the 1980’s and they have moved with us to every home we have lived in. So, ten years ago, they came with us to Italy and my man lovingly oils them every year and patches up bits of rotting wood with Sugru and other things. The bottom of the legs are vulnerable to damp so we keep them standing on small round and very hard pine cones. It would be a very sad day if we were to lose one of these treasures.
Now I try not to talk about bad Italian drivers too often, as it is much the most common thing to mention, and sometimes boring. However, on Saturday morning my man drove us down to the market in Certaldo, which is thirty minutes in total there and back. Within minutes of starting out my man started to groan, then the expletives started. Now we rarely use the F word but this day it was warranted. I made a note every time my man shouted out to other drivers, pedestrians and cyclists on that journey, not that anyone could hear him from inside the car. OK, here we go. “What the f…; that cyclist didn’t even look!” “What the hell is that fecking idiot doing?” “Does that plonker have a death wish?” “Am I an fecking car, or what?” “Go on, back out why don’t you, I’m only a bloody car coming down the road!” “Get your dog on the inside, you idiot!” “Take your fecking time, why don’t you?” (to two women gossiping in the middle of the road and ignoring my man), “Look at that idiot, he’s right up his bottom!” “Oh, you’re turning right are you? What’s wrong with using your fecking indicator?” I may have missed a few. Needless to say, my man did not enjoy his drive, however, the coffee and pastry at Cafe Solferino in Certaldo was worth it! The smile was soon back on his face.
Last week was very wet, however, this brought forth some beautiful fungi in the garden and of course lots of Porcini are in the markets and veg shops. White truffles are still being found and the other day we spotted two truffle hunters and their dogs. Why, we asked ourselves, are they wearing camouflage clothes? Can the truffles see them coming without this gear on? The other thing is, there are shooters about, so wouldn’t it make sense to wear the same bright orange jackets the shooters wear, to avoid getting shot? But then I’m just a simple English girlie with, what I consider to be, a little common sense. But the Italians are very strange in the way they take risks, every year hunters get shot and killed, but hey ho!
Back at ‘C’era una Volta’ ristorante, Paolo sold my man a small truffle (Tartufo) as he wants to take it to England today for a friend. It is now packed inside dry risotto rice in a sealed glass jar, which is also encased in bubble wrap. It’s not just protecting the truffle, it’s also trying to prevent the incredible pungent smell from creeping out into his suitcase! On Paolo’s balcony, where you can dine if the weather’s right, he has also been drying the most beautiful hot chilli peppers that he has grown in his own veg patch (Orto). Mmmmm.
Over the weekend, we have woken to a view of thick fog after the earlier rains and subsequent sunshine. As you know, we always go out for coffee in the early morning and yesterday spotted some wonderful spiders’ webs glowing in the fog, with tiny jewels of water droplets hanging off.
Now what next? Ah yes, you are probably waiting to hear about Silvio Berlusconi’s latest exploits. Well, I have to tell you that I have just started reading his biography, so things are a little historical at present. Don’t sound so shocked, he is an historical figure, you know! Give me one more week and I’ll report, not only some fascinating snippets from the past, but also a complete up date.
So, for now. I wish you a great week and see you soon. Don’t forget to drop me a line or visit http://www.amazon.com/junefinnigan/author
Salute June x
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