Images: Singing to Etna!; SL on our New Balcony in Pantalemi; Orange Grove from our Window; SL Getting our Drinking water from the Fountain
Today we followed Daniel to look at a new place – an apartment - “Villa Pantalemi” near the Gore Alcantara. Things here don't really seem to have addresses, they are just “near” something.
There was nothing wrong with our mountain house, and I loved to wake up each morning and look at Etna to see what she was wearing. The mountain road, however, made any trip at least a 40 minute affair, sometimes longer at night in the fog. The road simply crumbled away in places, with a thousand foot drop to the rocks below, so it was not a relaxing drive in the country.
This did not deter SL from continuing her still on-going commentary of, “Oh, look at that beautiful valley”, or “Oh, see the castles up on the top of the cliff!”, and no, I didn't actually take the time to see them as I was making a 317 degree turn on the dirt-track of a road the width of a sidewalk with a water-truck trying to pass me.
Daniel actually showed us two places and we chose Pantalemi, a bright, airy appartamento, overlooking a stream that rushes through the gorge below. You could say the view was “gorgeous” - sorry. The bonus is that we can get to the main road in 2 minutes.
We remembered to ask Daniel where the best pizza was, and he explained that this honour changed from year to year, similar to a nightclub being anointed by the in-crowd as the place to go in a large city. This year's winner, by acclamation, is Il Due Campari, in Motta Camastra, exactly 3 km from Pantalemi. (Remember that it was 4 km just to get down the mountain from our old place!)
The pizza was everything that was promised – paper-thin crust, fresh tomato sauce, mozzarella, eggs, olives, artichokes, porcini mushrooms. Washed down with a carafe of vino rosso della casa, it made the perfect end to our week in the mountains.
We made the drive up to our mountain house for the last time, to get ready for the move the next day.
As we got ready for bed, I went out to sing goodnight to Etna with my new song, “Oh, Etna”. I think she approved. A dog barked somewhere on the mountainside.
There was nothing wrong with our mountain house, and I loved to wake up each morning and look at Etna to see what she was wearing. The mountain road, however, made any trip at least a 40 minute affair, sometimes longer at night in the fog. The road simply crumbled away in places, with a thousand foot drop to the rocks below, so it was not a relaxing drive in the country.
This did not deter SL from continuing her still on-going commentary of, “Oh, look at that beautiful valley”, or “Oh, see the castles up on the top of the cliff!”, and no, I didn't actually take the time to see them as I was making a 317 degree turn on the dirt-track of a road the width of a sidewalk with a water-truck trying to pass me.
Daniel actually showed us two places and we chose Pantalemi, a bright, airy appartamento, overlooking a stream that rushes through the gorge below. You could say the view was “gorgeous” - sorry. The bonus is that we can get to the main road in 2 minutes.
We remembered to ask Daniel where the best pizza was, and he explained that this honour changed from year to year, similar to a nightclub being anointed by the in-crowd as the place to go in a large city. This year's winner, by acclamation, is Il Due Campari, in Motta Camastra, exactly 3 km from Pantalemi. (Remember that it was 4 km just to get down the mountain from our old place!)
The pizza was everything that was promised – paper-thin crust, fresh tomato sauce, mozzarella, eggs, olives, artichokes, porcini mushrooms. Washed down with a carafe of vino rosso della casa, it made the perfect end to our week in the mountains.
We made the drive up to our mountain house for the last time, to get ready for the move the next day.
As we got ready for bed, I went out to sing goodnight to Etna with my new song, “Oh, Etna”. I think she approved. A dog barked somewhere on the mountainside.
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