Well finally it dawned a nice day – some sun and light cloud. I should have broken out my shorts and hat. This morning walk was mostly through flat land on small roads and trails. Our path was stopped by a canal that was too deep and fast to swim, and were forced to follow it for more than a km to cross over a bridge, and follow the other side back the km to pick up the trail again.
We met a German couple who were walking to Rome. Pace e bene.
By noon we arrived in Spello, another of the hill towns, but this one built with the main street up and down. It is a km long, and quite steep. A skateboarder could approach the speed of light on it, and one can only imagine a baby loose in a stroller…..
We stopped mid climb for lunch. The beer was special – made from a relative of marijuana, said the bottle. I’d call that hemp, or rope by any other name. Tasted okay, but had a lot of sediment. Also, we ordered a pizza, and got two pieces of a doughy, crumbly unleavened flatbread with thick slices of a hard cheese and a layer of salami slices between them, as a sandwich. It had been warmed to just over body temperature. Again, this ain’t Rome. I don’t think it will catch on in North America either.
Our hotel is very near the top of that km hill, so anywhere is down from here. At least we have a good view.
We took a break between afternoon thunder showers and went out for a walk. I miscalculated the timing and we got caught in a downpour and arrive back at the hotel drenched. The weather mostly cleared by 8, and we had mostly dried off, so we borrowed an umbrella from the hotel, and, on a dinner recommendation, ventured out. The resturant, an osteria actually, had only a few tables and was run by an Italian mama. The menu was delivered vebally, and as far as we could tell 10€ got you a bruschetta and a choice of bean soup or pasta. The choices of pasta went on, but we snatched at zucchini as recognizable. There was a moment of panic when I noticed all of the ads on the paper place mats included tripe. Zucchini and tripe pasta? Not for me. Anyway the bruscetta was quite different than the Victoria variety. Four pieces of toast, 3 with different brown stuff on them. The three may have been mushrooms, olives, and liver pate, or they may not have been. The fourth was just olive oil and salt. When the pasta arrived it was just zucchini, thanks for that. A great meal, and a place I could eat at again.
Unfortunately, because of the rain we didn’t see much of the town, but it seems nicer than most of the other similar towns. Worth a return visit. We are out of here early tomorrow.
Pictures to follow
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