So now we being our true farming experience. We started in Paradise: on a lake, wireless internet, bare minimum of work, then went to a happy medium: good phone service, beautiful scenery and work with great people. Now we are on a true farmish type place: a toilet that doesn't work (he told us to go in a bucket), bread for breakfast lunch and dinner, and in and out phone service.
Shouldn't we have done this the other way around? Or maybe we were just eased in to this experience. Either way, we won't really know until tomorrow.
Our last day in Spoleto was yet another day off. I guess Cinzia's Sunday are like Sundays too. We were free to do whatever wanted, so we had a small breakfast and got to tanning. The lawn chairs were wet, so we pulled up a couple chairs in the driveway and sat out in the sun. We broke a few necks as the locals were driving by.
Then we decided to work of yesterdays pizza and gelatto and go for a serious uphill bike ride. This time we knew what was in store for us. After getting yelled at by a man in a tractor and being chased by crazy dogs, we returned downhill (back home) for lunch. Our last oilly meal of the trip. Hopefully.
After lunch, Cinzia invited us to come to a "party" on top of the hill with her friends. We drove up the windy roads to get to the top of the mountain. The views were gorgeous. After being at this party for serveral hours that we thought was a family reunion, we found out that it was a gathering of the Catholic church of Spoleto. We walked around the mountains looking for mushrooms with Cinzia and at the party we ate any food we could spot that didn't have pork in it. We were about to indulge in what we thought was turkey meat...until we saw the giant pig head right next to it. Yum.
It was a perfect day...until the minor camera fiasco...that may or may not have led to Cinzia and her boyfriend breaking up: we went to the mountain party in Maximillio's car, and Chrsitine left her camera case in there. Fine. We left in Rafaela's car, camera case not with us. Not fine. When we got back to Cinzia's house, Christine told her that she forgot her case in Maximillio's car. She called him, no answer. Our train was due to leave in about one hour. Cinzia went to her room to try to figure out everything with Maximillio, who was still at the top of the mountain. As we got our stuff together to leave, Cinzia rushed to get us saying he would meet us at the station to give Christine her CAMERA. Cinzia was really distressed about how big of a "crazy man" he was being because "of course this camera is very important." Oops. Awkward miscommunication. Let's just say the interaction at the train station was not the most pleasant note to leave on. Cinzia looked like she was about ready to kill Maximillio as she handed Christine the EMPTY case. Arriverdeci Cinzia!
So now we get to the good stuff. Marcello told us he would pick us up at the station in a big white van. Of course we had to guess what he would look like again (and of course Christine was right again) but when we were at the station, there were so many men we thought he could be! None of them! He was a little late, but he finally came in his great white van. The drive was...long...and well, maybe all I'll say is that I think he learned to drive in England. Or that maybe he should use his lights. We finally burst out into nervous laughter that we tried so hard to hold in, but Christine made a recovery saying that the roads were like a roller coaster ride! Ha ha haaaa!
To our great surprise, we managed to make it safely to the farm where we had a nice piece of hard bread for dinner and peed into a toilet that doesn't flush. Mamma mia. I think I would rather eat oil but we will see tomorrow. Everything is different in the daytime. Right?
-J and C
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