Storms last night, big booming thunder. BW reports the storm rolled back a second time, but I slept through that one.
Fresh and coolish this morning, and pretty perfect for yoga outdoors.
They’re working in the vineyard again, and the gardeners are here. BW saw one braiding together a huge sting of onions, which Antonella brought in. She made break this morning, and the aroma of it perfumed the kitchen.
I gave her an old family recipe for bread pudding–and exchange for the pesto. I hope she has fun with it.
We’re having seafood tonight–fresh catch this morning.
We headed out very late morning to Pienza, a good size village about 25 minutes away. Lovely, lovely drive through the hills, the vineyards, the fields–we finally saw a deer, and white, white cows.
Parking is challenging, but we finally found a spot, and walk into town. The pope at the time designed it so the main street curves at both ends and looks longer. What it is, is charming. Full of little shops,archways and narrow alleyways, old buildings, an old church and a pretty and smallish Duomo.
We find sneakers for Jason–nice ones, and I spotted a scarf I had to have for myself. Kat sees canny bottles where you put oil and vinegar in together, but they stay separate. And in the same interesting little hardware type store, I find wonderful wooden spoons. I’m a big fan of wooden spoons, and these are lovely–and a wooden ladle! I love it. I end up with a big handful of spoons.
Lots of dogs here, mostly tiny dogs who are hardly like dogs at all. Interesting street sculptures, a nice bustle of people. I find a pretty shirt–two layers that can be worn together or not–one size. The clerk says the one size is no problem for me, but a problem for her. LOL. And a very cool dress for Kat.
And it’s seriously breezy. Much, much cooler today, and I’m glad I grabbed a little jacket. The light’s quieter with some clouds, and not so intense, so the greens of the fields and trees are softer, too. I wish I’d seen it all in the rain.
We walk out to an overlook–breathtaking views of the hills, the trees. And onto lunch where I had a salad with chunks of apples and oranges. There’s the cutest baby at the table beside ours. His mother’s trying to feed him, but he keeps grinning, laughing, turning his head away to look at us.
Of course we laugh with him. Mama’s very good natured about it.
More walking, and a trip into the Duomo. So pretty, with lots of light and a hushed air.
It’s gelato next! I got a mix of vanilla and chocolate that brings tears to the eyes. Just gorgeous–though Jason touted his peach gelato as exceptional.
We obey a sign that says: Try the sheep’s cheese. It’s pretty great. I don’t buy it–a little hard to take home, but I do buy a container–as does Kat–of dried chili peppers. They have some olive oil here steeped with them, and it’s great. I can do that at home.
Back to the car, and Kat takes a turn at the wheel. The GPS is confused, or we are, as they’ve closed off part of a road. After some round-abouting we follow the lead of another car that just went around the pylons. And we realize they were there because they’d just painted the crosswalk, so it’s all good.
Round the hills again, and perfect directions this time. A pretty, easy drive.
And we’re home again where the wind’s kicking up big time. We dump our stuff and mostly settle into the little living area on the main floor.
We’ll probably eat in the big kitchen tonight–as we did for breakfast. A bit too brisk and windy for the patio. I’m wonder what Asia–who’s cooking tonight–will make out of the local fish.