It’s all a bit run-down, but clean!
The door-handle falls off the bathroom door just looking at it, the floorboards creak in protest to every step, the Hot Water Service doesn’t work…until we plug it in….when it shortens the circuit breaker immediately.
How's a turned-over milk bottle for a bedside lamp?
All up, it’s just GREAT!!
The whooses of the crew chicken out on the cold shower while granny and her granny-neighbour show up with sheets and towels, shushing us out of the way at the attempt to help.
Into town for a peek and Happy Hour then….
”Back by 7.30 for dinner, you lot!!”
Yeah, got that…in ANY language.
Holding the marble slabs of the chapel in place..
What a pretty little spot this is!!
The 2 oldies are chopping and clanging away in the kitchen, the meal is FRESH and cooking just then…the spaghetti-entrée is just about a meal on its own and there’s bread ‘n butter, a bottle of each red+white (clean-skins….totally clean that is….bottled quite possibly by the family or friends), aqua minerale….they’ve gone all out!!
Then comes veal and salads for mains…it’s a feast. The little “dining-room” rather looks like the family-lounge….
We help clearing the table amongst much lament and gesticulations…and grins…., then back into town again, where Marty works some magic.
Paularo?? SHIT HOT, man !!
The Slovenian Border Ridge Road? Totally bloody awesome!!
Cason di Lanza? OMG…
I’m still shakin’ a little bit at the thought of those rubble chutes….and the descent…and that wrought-iron handrail sticking into the lane at hip-level in that right-hander onto the little bridge, missed it with the helmet by an inch and didn’t even see it until it was in my face.
What an unbelievable stretch of road….what an unbelievable day.
Granny….YOU’RE A CHAMP!!
The door-handle falls off the bathroom door just looking at it, the floorboards creak in protest to every step, the Hot Water Service doesn’t work…until we plug it in….when it shortens the circuit breaker immediately.
How's a turned-over milk bottle for a bedside lamp?
All up, it’s just GREAT!!
The whooses of the crew chicken out on the cold shower while granny and her granny-neighbour show up with sheets and towels, shushing us out of the way at the attempt to help.
Into town for a peek and Happy Hour then….
”Back by 7.30 for dinner, you lot!!”
Yeah, got that…in ANY language.
Holding the marble slabs of the chapel in place..
What a pretty little spot this is!!
The 2 oldies are chopping and clanging away in the kitchen, the meal is FRESH and cooking just then…the spaghetti-entrée is just about a meal on its own and there’s bread ‘n butter, a bottle of each red+white (clean-skins….totally clean that is….bottled quite possibly by the family or friends), aqua minerale….they’ve gone all out!!
Then comes veal and salads for mains…it’s a feast. The little “dining-room” rather looks like the family-lounge….
We help clearing the table amongst much lament and gesticulations…and grins…., then back into town again, where Marty works some magic.
Paularo?? SHIT HOT, man !!
The Slovenian Border Ridge Road? Totally bloody awesome!!
Cason di Lanza? OMG…
I’m still shakin’ a little bit at the thought of those rubble chutes….and the descent…and that wrought-iron handrail sticking into the lane at hip-level in that right-hander onto the little bridge, missed it with the helmet by an inch and didn’t even see it until it was in my face.
What an unbelievable stretch of road….what an unbelievable day.
Granny….YOU’RE A CHAMP!!