Our Umbrian villa was situated five minutes from Tuscany, in the little town of Tuoro. The villa we stayed in was swell, and the town was quite nice. They had a supermarket we frequented to the point where the non-English speaking staff would dive out of the way when we rolled up... They had lots of fresh, locally produced goodies there, including extremely cheap meat that had its expiration date on the day it was sold. Especially Court was drooling in there, I think we could have just given him a mattress and he would have moved in. He kept raving about the price and quality of the products, and comparing it to the rather boring fare that is served up in most American supermarkets.
All pics here.
Our villa with the poooool. As the water heated up we spent more and more time in there. We bought a couple of cheap, inflatable mattresses that proved to be worth their weight in gold. I dare the reader to envision yours truly, all rubbed in with sun lotion to the point where I'm slippery as an eel, dozing in an advanced state of physical degradation on one of these mattresses in the sun. Ahhhhh, bliss.
Fuckin huge lump o' meat. It's what I ate most days.
The supermarket sold these John Paul II candles real cheap. We couldn't pass up the chance to have all our meals blessed by the pope hisself, no sirree.
Like pretty much all little Italian towns, Tuoro had a war memorial.
This plaque reads "To the fallen of all wars".
The incredibly aptly named "The more leaning tower". I kid you not.
Us Norwegians signed up for a tour of a wineyard. I went along for the scenery while the two others saw a golden opportunity to get drunk cheap, and early in the day.
The winery also had a few animals on the farm, and they must be used to tourists, cuz they came running as soon as we stopped the car.
Like what you see, sailor?
You lookin' at me? I said, you lookin at ME?
"It’s snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven’t had an earthquake lately."