I returned from Italy with a very, very torqued lower back. Sitting, laying down, standing, everything and anything for any duration of time is painful. So, I won’t be going through my hundreds of Italy pictures anytime soon. In lieu of that, I will post the e-Post Cards that I sent home each day, in chronological order.
We arrived in Umbria this afternoon for a late lunch, after stopping off at a store selling fresh truffles and a small museum in Monterchi, home of “Madonna del parto” — a fresco of the pregnant Madonna by Piero della Francesca.
We spent the afternoon sitting on the patio, and dozing. We start a 2 day natural dye workshop tomorrow morning.
|The farmhouse where we are staying.|
|The view from the farmhouse — that’s Tuscany at the other end of the valley (7km away); olive grove on the hillside, and alpacas down below.|
|The lovelorn peacock and peahen who are honking to each other all day. Thankfully, they’ve stopped for the night, so we should be able to get some sleep. But I hear they start up really early in the morning again.|
We finished the dye workshop. The range of colors we produced is absolutely amazing. Each day of the workshop, we had lunch “across the street.” But the street is about 1-2 km straight down a small gravel drive, through some pastures, vineyards, and olives. Last night, we went to dinner at a little restaurant in Montone. It was in the part of the external infrastructure of the walled city — a series of rooms with beautiful domed ceilings.
|Lunch table. The starter course of bruschetta with all different types of spreads: olive, boar, fish…I can’t remember it all. Wine comes more readily than water.|
|Bella (Linda’s Bolognese) on our dye work table with fiber dyed with madder (the bright orange). The 2 samples of fabric in Toni’s sample book were dyed with poppies that we collected on Saturday afternoon. The color of the poppy is exactly like the color of the madder dyed fiber (orange red), but the dyed fiber is a very beautiful blue that leans toward red on silk, but green that leans toward blue on wool. Both extremely lovely and elegant. Too bad the poppy is not colorfast.|
|Before dinner last night, we took a walk around the town of Montone. The streets are incredibly narrow and steep.|
Yesterday, we went to the city of Perugia, which is the capital of Umbria. It’s another walled city with Etruscan roots. At the bottom of the wall city is a small weaving studio that has been run by the same family for many (4?) generations. The woman that runs it now just moved to the current location (an old Abbey) a few years ago. It was the first time that many of these looms were moved in over a century. This is the last hand woven jacquard loom studio in Italy (and possibly the world). Jacquard is typically done by machines now. (We’ll be visiting a linen weaving studio today with machine jacquard looms).
|Etruscan gate at the bottom of the city center|
|Abbey full of looms — all jacquards in this picture|
|Samples of jacquard weavings|
We spent most of the day in Tuscany. We started the day off in Anghiari, were we visited a small linen factory, Bussatti. They have a wool carding machine in the basement, not because they wove with it, but because the family has always carded wool, so they are continuing the tradition. We then proceeded to the linen room. Believe it or not, the room is not much larger than Ian & Sandy’s LR/DR area, with about 4 or 5 looms. But since they are mechanized, they can make bolts of fabric daily — very different from the weaving studio from the previous day, where she was only able to produce 50 cm of damask a day.
We then went to a small local olive oil producer who produces olive oil in small batches with the ancient stone mills. They not only presses their own, but other small farmers can bring their own olives in to press. Francesco is very passionate about the old process. The only “new” equipment is a centrifuge for extracting the water from the oil. “These people today have no patience for sitting around the vat for 2 days drinking coffee, smoking, and talking. They want their oil today.” We ended the tour with a small tasting of olive oils and light lunch.
Next, it was on to Sansepolcro, to visit Museo Civicca, to see some more of Piero della Francesca. Sansepolcro lay claim as his home town. In the museum, we bumped into a Stanford Alumni tour group (small world!). There was also a fascinating collection of medieval keys and locks.
Not done yet!
We then headed to Citta di Castello to a lace museum, where they not only wove huck lace, but also handmade lace edgings. We caught them as they were closing, although that was what our appointed time was. These Italians. What can you do?
After the lace museum, we stopped at a small truffle place, run by a husband and wife team. The truffle hunters come each morning around 10 with their day’s bounty. They buy, grade, and sort the truffles. By 2-3 PM, they have shipped the fresh truffles around the EU for the restaurants. They pride themselves in having the truffles to their EU clients within 24 hours of the truffles coming out of the ground. US clients in 48 hours. Of course, we can’t end the tour without more tastings and a glass of prosecco.
|Bassinette in linen shop.|
|Francesca describing his olive oil processes.|
|Olive Oil tasting (and drinking and eating).|
Wednesday is market day in the villages. We started off the day with the market in Umbertide. It’s like every other village market day (just think Saturday Market in Portland, but larger). There was only one picture I took that seemed share worthy — a baby carriage (very fashionable!) with stalks of artichokes underneath.
We then headed over to Gianni’s knitting factory (Gianni is the owner of the farm we are staying at). It’s a mid quality knitting factory that creates knitted garments for a variety of people, from blankets, to cashmere gloves, to sweaters.
We spent the afternoon on Isola Maggiore in Lago Trasimone, the 4th largest lake in Italy (water taxi outbound, and ferry inbound). It’s an old medieval fishing island. At the turn of the century, Elena (aristocracy) decided to revive the town by creating a cooperative for crocheted lace, building on the netting experience from the fishing nets.
Afterwards, we stopped at a roadside bar and had wine and caffe while watching the storm clouds build over the lake. We had a thunderstorm for about an hour, and this morning, there is a beautiful fog over the entire valley, with the sun coming through.
|Baby Carriage as a Shopping Carriage. Check out the fresh artichokes, still on the stalk under the carriage!|
|Fishing Nets on Isola Maggiore.|
|Sample of Crocheted Doily|
|Lago Trasimone. Isola Maggiore is the large island on the right.|
Short post because we are leaving early for a long day.
We stayed close to home yesterday and visited several local artists and producers: glass artist, ceramics/pottery shed, bee farm (truffle honey!) and winery, as well as a quick trip to an Abbey. We found the ultimate necessity for Shelton at the back of the Abbey…a BYOJug Wine for a euro per liter! *And* it was decent wine — Montepulciano.
We then had a wine tasting at the winery. The spread was incredible. After the wine tasting, Alice had her first taste of grappa. Her expression says it all.
|Jugs being filled with wine|
|Wine tasting table at Donini Winery.|
|Alice after her first taste of grappa|
We spent the entire day in and around Cortona. We did a little shopping, and visited a small shop owned by a friend. Ivan started out with a small tabaccheri (sp? tobacco shops here sell everything). He then started digging in the “basement” and excavated 3 more levels of rooms, and turned the lower levels into an art gallery and shop that specializes in hand made goods by local artisans. He welcomed us in with wine, fresh foccacia, cheese, meats and variety of warm spreads. Yum!
We had lunch at a friend of Linda’s — Brigitte and Luc’s olive farm on the Tuscany hillside. Since Linda can’t drive directly over (narrow, steep, and rutted gravel road), we parked at Le Celle, where St. Francis of Assisi spent 12 years in solitary. There is a hiking trail that we took to Brigitte & Luc’s farm. It was about a 30 minute walk through the hills and forest. Luc made us a wonderful lunch of fresh vegetables (fava bean salad, carrot salad, roasted asparagus, and braised leeks), followed by vegetable lasagne and salad.Â After the salad was a cheese course.Â Luc also brought out some of Brigitte’s canned figs to put on top of the cheese. The dessert was a wonderful chocolate mouse. We then followed it up with coffee/tea and Belgium chocolates. And this was a light lunch. We needed the hike back to the car to work all that off.
We ended the day back in Cortona before driving home.
|Brigitte’s outdoor dining room — wisteria covered; cut into the hillside with a beautiful view of the entire valley|
Just a quick note because we are leaving the farm today. I am bereft.
We opted to break from the schedule yesterday and just have a lazy day around the farm. It meant that I couldn’t see the shoe maker for him to measure me for some nice Italian boots. Oh, well, my bank account is probably better for it. Instead, we did our farewell lunch at Monte Santa Maria — the highest peak in Umbria. Oscaria is this little place in the middle of nowhere with a view to die for — and the food! Our lunch lasted over 3 hours.
On the way back, the Fix It Again Tony van/bus’ passenger door was stuck (off the tracks and stuck in latched position). Have you ever tried to find a service station on a Saturday afternoon in Italy? We finally stopped at a gas station with a bar. There were 3 men sitting on the porch, and they put themselves into the project. The first (young) guy said, “Impossible!” Of course, the 2 older men had to then prove to the young guy (and the 5 women in the van) that it wasn’t. They then roped in a few passers by who came in for a fill. Then the young guy’s very pregnant wife also jumped in. Quite a scene.
At the end, while we were thanking them, I *think* I got my first indecent proposal — one of the older guys wouldn’t let go of my hand and held it to his chest. Thank goodness I couldn’t speak Italian. (Even if I did, I would have pretended otherwise.) I got out of there pronto.
Today, we head back to Florence, and then to the airport at 5AM. Next missive will likely be from stateside.
It was with deep, deep sorrow that we said goodbye to the farm, alpacas, and dogs at the farm — not so much with the peacocks though.
Linda took us to the Chianti Cashmere Farm on our way back to Florence. Nora escaped from Long Island 25-35 years ago and started the Cashmere business in the 90s. She also breeds Bolognese as a sideline, before the cashmere business took off. She had 2 5 week old puppies, both sold, thankfully. Adorable. But so were the kids on the farm.
It was also unfortunate that I didn’t escape the boot maker. We stopped in the town with the boot maker for lunch. I never knew ragu could be so good. (And, yes, I bought a pair of boots that he custom fitted for me.)
Now, we are back in Florence. I will see if the hard bed at the hotel will fix my back. At this point, I can’t lift any of my bags. I think my sitting bone is bruised from sitting in a van/bus that has little or no shocks on rutted gravel roads. I’m not looking forward to 12+ hours on planes tomorrow. They might need a stretcher to pull me out of the plane.
|Frederico, the boot maker. Doesn’t he look just like Giuseppe, Pinocchio’s father?|
Okay. I’m done now. Forgive the typos. This post took hours longer than I expected, and even with the breaks in between, I’m sore. Forgive me while I go and pass out on the floor. In the meantime, I’ll go and catch up with my Tivo and blog reading. Preferably from a prone position.