slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Italy
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View from the top of the tower at Spannocchia. View of some of the vegetable gardens and olive trees from the top of the tower. The bell at the top of the tower.
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Domenica, 15 ottobre 2006 Every evening at 7 p.m., there was wine for the guests on the terrace. The first evening, there were appetizers for us – cheese and olives, carrots, and bread. The wines were organic, and those of us who generally can’t drink red wine because of sensitivities to sulfates found to our…
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Sunday, 15 ottobre 2006 After we all unpacked and settled into our rooms, Charlie took us for a walking tour through part of the estate. The Cinelli family, which has owned this land since the 1930s, decided to do their best not only to maintain the preservation of its history, but to return the land…
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Sunday, 15 ottobre 2006 When we all got on the bus that would take us to Spannocchia for the next week, it was the first time the 14 class members had all been in one spot. Up until then, we had met through Blackboard on the Internet. Not everyone in the group was a student…
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Saturday, 14 ottobre 2006 While in the Mercato Centrale, I picked up several items to bring home with me, including a bottle of limoncello, Toscanelli and Borlotti beans, dried porcini mushrooms, and a couple of different varieties of dried pasta. On the way back to the Hotel, we walked through the huge street market that…
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This was one of my favorite places, as you might imagine. Deb and Randy, who are organic farmers on Randy’s grandfather’s farm, a Greensboro farm that is surrounded by subdivisions, accompanied us to Florence’s most famous food market. There are others that the locals frequent, I hear, and those will have to wait for the…
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Friday, 13 ottobre 2006 We limped back to the Hotel San Giovanni, where we found that several of our compadres had arrived. Judy had been there since Monday, navigating and exploring on her own. Deb and Randy, Sandy B, Shirley, Teresa, and Rosemary arrived while we were statue-gazing. Six of us decided to strike out…
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From the top floor of the Uffizi – a hallway leading to the bathroom had an open window with this view.
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Friday, 13 ottobre 2006 The second day began with a knock on the door at 7 a.m., because we had a reservation for the Accademia at 8:15. We met another American couple in line and compared notes. We were beginning to realize that every other person in Florence was an American, or it seemed that…
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Gulp. Gack. I never knew what the evil eye was until I took this photo on the Ponte Vecchio in Firenze.
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