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This was the third year I planned to spend my birthday in Italy; this time right down to the arrival date of the day before.  Of course I didn’t plan on all the chaos of bloody noses, missed flights and arriving late the night before.  We told Pasquale and Anna we would see them for breakfast the next day (my birthday) and our plan was to go to my favorite restaurant in Cusano Mutri for a celebratory lunch.

Best laid plans and all that jazz were laid to rest as were Peter and I.  It rained during the night and I am one of those people who find it extraordinarily comforting to hear the rain falling, probably because I imagine from my working days whatever was scheduled will be cancelled!  The bedroom in Nonna’s House is very dark at night and so beautifully old world Italian with outside shutters closed, glass doors closed and indoor wooden shutters closed.  Huddled under three blankets for warmth ( it was freezing in the house with no heat) and in the pitch black we slept and slept.  

Early in the morning (EARLY) I heard the tractors going down the street to go to work, for this is a village married to the land as they say. I just rolled over and went back to sleep, never heard the church bells either from the nearby church. The room was dark, the bed was warm and we slept….till 4:00 in the afternoon!

Well so much for Cusano Mutri, we went to the Bar for Caffe Americano where we met some lovely people from New Orleans.  I always feel like Pasquale’s Bar is like Rick’s Cafe in Casablanca; all the foreigners end up there eventually. Swapping stories with travelers near and far is a constant pastime in Guardia and done more often than not sitting around the outside table at the Bar.

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Photo from Guardiaguide.wordpress.com. PASQUALE’S BAR

 But we decided we better go grocery shopping 🛒, the fun things one does on their birthday!  Off to the DECO supermarket where the manager beamed and heartily welcomed me like I was family- I still maintain it’s because no one else spends so much $$at one time in his store.  They are very weird about giving you bags too, I think you are supposed to bring some, because last year when the checkout girl was not putting groceries in bags he reprimanded her – again this customer just spent 95 Euros!  This year he asked me if I had bags? No, did we arrive last night?(in Italian), Si.  So bags for me and then a gift – a huge DECO shopping bag which we loaded up with beer, milk, orange juice*, tomato pasata, and some pasta. I give him my most charming smile and tell him Mille grazies, io ritorno.

Another stop at the 50 cent store to pick a few household essentials which I fully intend to charge Pasquale for and we are home and ready for a dinner out.  Our favorite restaurant in Guardia (admittedly not a lot of choices) is La Meridiana and you are almost always guaranteed to run into someone you’ve met before:  Sure enough across the room is the New Orleans crowd enjoying their last meal in town as they are off to Rome tomorrow.  

We ate like Italians with antipasta , primi piatti, secundo, Dolci and the manager brought us a delicious grappa flavored with arranciata. Delightful way to end my shortened birthday but I’v already decided to go to lunch to tomorrow in Cusano Mutri.

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We are airborne and headed for Lisbon FINALLY.  There’s not much to say about the flight except that the seat and space are more comfortable than American Airlines but TAP does not serve snacks.  We were in the air for probably 45 minutes and then they brought around coffee, tea, juice, wine or beer.  Sorry Peter, no gin ☹️ and we even had our mini shaker with us.  According to the captain the serving of alcohol in the air is regulated by the government.  OK but what does that have to with peanuts, pretzels or blue corn chips? Remember how disdainfully you thought of those meager offerings?  Well we had breakfast around 9:30am and nothing else to eat except for coffee and a few chips Peter bought pre the nose bleed incident. We were starving!

About an hour later dinner was served; it was chunks of beef, mashed potatoes, green beans- I ate it all.  Then the entire plan went to sleep, but not us.  I forgot to bring an Ambien with me and because in Newark the flight was so full they checked our carry-on luggage for free WHICH I reminded the manger at JFK, so by being Miss Smarty Pants I kissed my Tylenol PM bon  voyage – it was now in the baggage compartment.  I watched a movie but you know, you can only shift your weight around so many times; I couldn’t find a comfortable position and it was a loooonnnng  night.

We had only minutes to spare to catch the flight to Rome but we did and soon we would be on terra firma, Italia.  Landing, luggage retrieval all went fairly routine and we went off to find the car rental office.

At the Hertz desk I immediately remind them that I called several times to insure that I would get either a Fiat 500L or a VW Golf. Yes they had one if I could wait a bit, it was being washed. When we got the keys and went into the garage to get the car I was SHOCKED, UPSET, DISTRAUGHT, anxious, okay, overtired and really carrying on BECAUSE the Fiat 500L is a BIG CAR!  You don’t know how much time I spent online researching the cars available and calculating the length. That’s how I came up with those two models which looked so small online and were listed  as both economy and compact.  Wringing my hands, walking around and around the car, saying over and over again, oh this is awful, this is too big. This car is way too big for Guardia.  Look at that Fiat Panda Peter, that’s the size car I wanted, even smaller, OMG what are we going to Do?  You can see how easily sleep deprivation and starvation can make a prisoner crazy because I was crazy at that moment.

I decide to march back in and freely admit I made a mistake, I need a smaller car!  Which I did to no avail. Madam this is the car you ordered, look here on the slip. Yes I know I asked for this car but I thought it would be much smaller.  You want a smaller car? Yes I want a smaller car, This is the smallest car we have. How can you say that when I saw a Fiat Panda out ther?  Ahhh, but you requested an automatic transmission. The Fiat 500L is the smallest with automatic transmission.

Totally defeated and despondent I return to the garage to inform Peter, who tries logic by telling me it is like a mini SUV – clearly an oxymoron that only this moron ordered. We have an SUV at home which I am quite comfortable driving IN AMERICA.

The problems with the FIAT and me are: Guardia and surroundings are in the mountains; narrow, hairpin curves, steep climbs, no shoulders, and most of all Italian drivers who literally drive up your ass and pass on the right on a curve, a straightaway or in a parking lot!!

We had no choice but to hit the road since we had a 2-3 hour ride ahead of us.  I had no idea how Peter was  going to be able to drive after our 24 hour no sleep trip and we both were not looking forward to navigating the mountains of Campania in the dark.

We had to stop for a piece of pizza at roadside rest stop which in Italy is actually a real treat since the food is always great and the places are like mini malls.  But that did put us into dusk and then dark. However, at the car rental place I made a last minute decision to rent the GPS because the car didn’t come with one. Originally I planned to use Google maps on my phone but the data plan offered by Verizon was pricey, I couldn’t get the SIM card I wanted till I arrived in Guardia and in the end Hertz discounted the rental. I carefully budgeted this trip and in about 27 hours I blew it with the ride from the shore to Newark and from Newark to JFK so in the state of mind I was in 5pm on Monday evening in Rome’s airport, paying more $$ for the peace of mind to get where we needed to go tonight and everywhere else for the couple of weeks seemed like a good idea and it was….we arrived in Guardia Sanframondi at about 9:30pm. We looked like we felt. Said hello, hugs, kisses and got the key to Nonna’s House where we crashed. Good night.

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AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S A PROBLEM?

We got in the cab and if my blood pressure wasn’t high enough to start another nose bleed then, I’m fit to climb Mt Everest!  I was fuming. I just couldn’t understand going over the damn Verrazano Bridge – the most expensive crossing in The City.  We were on the road 3 minutes and we were in traffic as far as the eye could see.  Here’s the visual:  Sunday night in August on the Garden State returning from the shore, the   Bourne Bridge on Friday night in July, the Long Island Expressway two hours before sunset on Passover, in other words a frigging nightmare!

The driver is in the right lane and backseat driver that I am, I’m watching which cars are passing us on the left. We are literally inching along and as we approach the Goethals Bridge, I swear two more lanes merge in.

We have already missed our flight and connecting flight to Rome so we won’t be there on time to pick up the car I ordered. The car that I called about 3 times demanding I must have either the Fiat 500L or VW Gulf. So now in the taxi at about 8pm I am calling Kemwell the middle man car rental company in Maine to ask them to change the time of pick up.  Of course they can’t reach Rome now because the time difference is 7 hours ahead and I won’t know if we are confirmed because just maybe I will be in the air!

The driver told us it would take an hour; I guess that would be at 2:00am because now we are approaching the hour mark and we see our first sign of approaching the bridge. Giving credit where due and also he knew he had a crazy woman sitting behind him, the cab driver really put the pedal to the metal whenever he could and began to weave around cars to gain ground.  I have been sending prayers of intercession to St Jude constantly during the trip- well in between cursing the trip.

As soon as we got close to airport he asked what terminal and that’s when I sprung the surprise stop on him. CITI-MED!! Supposedly located in Bldg 75 in JFK on North Hangar Rd. I tell him I have to pick up something.  He puts the address in WAZE and says it’s the exit BEYOND the airport. See it IS part of the airport but the part where there are buildings and cargo offices. Way off in the distance you can see the lights of the terminals.  Look at a map and JFK airport is probably larger than the village we are in! It’s left, right, right, left meantime we seem to be very far from real airport.  There is Building 75 ALL CLOSED up by appearances. We drive around one side and back, there is one light on for a shipping company (it is 9:30 on a Sunday). I jump out of the cab and rush in asking is there a CITI-MED here? Go to the next door upstairs.

I raced out, waved to Peter in cab and found elevator.  It opens and I am in a lunch room. I am so frantic, I am crazy.  I find their telephone number and call and say where are you? I am in Bldg 75 and need to find you. Why? do you need a doctor? Yes I had a nosebleed and need.. Oh you need to go to the emergency room. No it stopped I need a release to get on my flight. Oh OK where are you? I don’t know in a room with a soda machine.. OK turn left and left again room 204. With phone still in my ear I turn left then right and say where are you I can’t find your room!  Hold on I will come and find you. I quickly backtrack and see a woman at the end of the other hall. I rush to her talking a mile a minute telling her what happened and she was aghast that we took a cab from Newark Airport to JFK.  Don’t worry I’ll give you the release, you’ll make your flight, sign here. Bless you bless you thank you!  Look Peter I got it.

I am not in the taxi one minute and my other nostril starts to bleed. OMG OMG  please God not now we can’t miss 2 flights. I am pinching my nose so hard all the way to the terminal. I am not looking down or picking up any luggage -it stopped.

We get to to desk to check in. The counter staff sees that our luggage is all tagged from  Newark and says the manager will take care of us. We wait. He looks at our tickets and says he is aware of our situation. I hand him the medical release. He says there is a problem. Oh no don’t tell me there’s a problem now, what? He explains that although Newark called us in for this 11:30 departure, they did not book us into the connecting flight from Lisbon to Rome which is fully booked. Well what followed in an interchange between the manager who stayed calm and me who became increasingly agitated will be hard to report but here is some of what I said not in any order now;  I didn’t miss my flight, they made me miss my flight. If the TAP staff in Newark made a mistake, you must fix it. Do you think we would have paid $150. (Driver wanted more$$ for second stop) to get from Newark to here if we didn’t expect to be on a flight thru to Rome? I am not leaving this counter till we straighten this out. Do you have any idea of the domino effect of changing flights? I have paid for lodging, a rental car, etc. We are not going back to Manhattan.  THEN he says, hold on I may be able to work something out.  AND WE ARE BOOKED on a connecting flight that leaves within an hour after we land in Lisbon and we will be able to get to the car rental on time.

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AND SO IT BEGINS…. when mechanical and electronics don’t work well I blame it on Mercury in retrograde, but what do you say when your travel plans unravel?

The foreshadowing came first with my neighbor calling  Friday morning in desperation looking for a place to stay while her apt was being ripped apart to replace risers. I semi-offered her our master bedroom with the caveat that I needed to check with the young man who was en route to NYC to apt and cat sit for us.

He told us he was  driving the10-11 hours from Indianapolis and would park his car in front of our cottage in NJ and then take the train to Manhattan. Crazy right? We thought so too!  Early evening arrived and I started receiving  texts about his arrival time. When I asked where he was and the answer was Troy as in NY, we were mystified  Another text informed of his arrival time ( millennials don’t call, they text).

That time came and went and I sent Peter to the lobby to wait for him.  About 10 minutes later I did receive a call on my cellphone from him asking me if we were home?  Of course we are home, we are waiting for you!  OK he is just 2 blocks away and will be right there. I call Peter and say 2 blocks? Do you think he took a cab from Penn Station? I told him to call me and I would tell him how to get here by subway or maybe he took the Q and is walking here. And the answer is he WALKED FROM PENN STATION TO OUR APT after a 27 hr train ride. Well he is a long distance runner and competitive biker.

Saturday morning I awake to a grateful text from my neighbor saying she has found a solution to her homelessness, whew!  BUT during breakfast my friend Jane called to ask if one of her former hotel employees could stay at my cottage during June-since I would be away and she would pay a little something. A key? How much do I want? And I have to call my cousin Janet and tell her the cottage will be occupied for half a month- this after I offered her free rein and use of our cottage and beach badges- just a little more drama to deal with before we leave.

Sunday, our day of departure, we finally leave Manhattan late, and hit a fair amount of traffic;  Can’t get to RiversideDrive to get to the West Side Hwy because Delta Airlines is marching south beyond the 79th St access so we have to try to cross at 72nd St.  Really? Delta Airlines! Really?  OK so we are through the tunnel and Jane will meet us at the cottage, grab a key, we’ll park our car there where it will be safe for a couple of weeks and  meet up with the driver who will take us back up the Garden State Pkwy and NJ  Tnpk to the Newark Airport ($100+tip).

We arrived in plenty of time and waited for boarding time AND THEN moments before we were to board I got a bloody nose! Not just a drip-drop-sniff-it-up bloody nose;  No this was pouring out of my nose. In a minute the handkerchief was soaked. I got to the ladies room where I proceeded to make a bloody mess. My hands and face were bloody, the sink was bloody, I couldn’t bend down to get toilet paper without dripping on the floor!  I am this graphic because during this time four women came and went and NO ONE offered to help me.  I asked one woman to please get me some paper and she just looked at me blankly so I practically shouted at her to please get me some toilet paper. In retrospect, it’s possible she didn’t understand  English.

By now Peter is in the ladies room and telling me everyone is boarding and I look at him with blood smeared face and not so calmly say What do you want me to do? Then some TAP personnel come in and say they will call a medic, and won’t I please come out and sit down and tilt my head back? No I don’t want to because the blood is running down my throat and I already spit up a clot. I mean how gross is this whole thing ? Then one of them says we better call an ambulance! Oh no I am not going in an ambulance.  But yet it keeps bleeding and one-more-official-than-the-others says there is no way you can fly and to emphasize the point for her I proceed to spit up more blood. In the background I hear a voice say that’s why she didn’t want to put her head back!  A police woman has joined the group-  I wonder if I broke a law?  Finally it stopped!! BUT a) the doors had already closed, b)our luggage was being recalled, c) they would not let me on that plane.

We are terribly upset as they tell us: a) you missed the plane and there is not another tonight, b) tomorrow’s flight is fully booked, c) you can’t get booked on an Alliance flight because you didn’t have a refundable ticket, d) actually you’re not entitled to another flight BUT we’re trying to help you, e) there is a TAP flight leaving from JFK at 11:30, we can get you on, f) BUT you have to get a DR’s clearance to fly before you can get on that plane! At this point I tried to point out that it was Sunday, we were in airport, our car was at the shore…. g) suggest we take the Shuttle to JFK but must leave now to make flight -Great! h) we are too late for the last Shuttle, and i) you still have to get Dr release. j)we should take a taxi!!!! OMG, k) Peter find out what it costs and also there is a 24 hr Citi-Med in JFK airport, l) it cost $92.00 hurry put the bags in and driver turns to me and says plus $36 in tolls! What? The  Verrazano? Are you crazy we ‘re not going that way! m)  lady it’s that way or no  way

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A lot of planning went into this trip/adventure/experience in Italy in order to make it  happen at a reasonable price and to accomodate two people traveling together but returning separately.

For one thing, we flew in and out of Rome which is not convenient to Guardia Sanframondi.  That neccessitatated each of us spending the night in Rome before we left for the USA for morning flights.  Also since Joel would be arriving in Rome at night, he would have to stay a night before taking a train in the morning to Campania to join me.

Peter left Guardia early on a Monday morning for Rome. He wanted to be able to spend the day there and meet up with Christina, our friend we met last year who manages a  B&B there.  Pasquale, who can arrange almost anything, got Peter a driver to take him to Rome right to the hotel, which I had booked right near the train station.  After he checked into the hotel I think he did have a few minutes of anxiety; it’s hard to be in a place where you don’t speak the language although in Rome that’s not such an issue BUT Peter didn’t also have a telephone there. Somehow he talked a bartender in the cccccc hotel into allowing him to make a phone call to me.  Without a smart phone or iPad he couldn’t check himself in early and didn’t remember his flight time or number.  I calmed him down and assured him I would get all this information to Christina through WhatsApp and she would relate it to him.  Really technology overseas can be your savior! samsung-galaxy-s6.

He spent the day roaming around Rome; the 9AD7035D-DE1F-46EC-BB2F-AF608C30D08F

And he found his way to the Luxe-Adventure-Traveler-Rome-Italy-Trevi-Fountain-1

He even discovered Rome’s own underground metro system which I might add he was a little disappointed in because they only have 3 lines AND the cars and stations are not very clean or pretty – Graffiti everywhere!!! IMG_5146

Later on he met up with Christina and they had tea and dinner while they waited for Joel to arrive.  Joel was due to land around 8:30pm and expected to join Peter around 9:30.  And when he did he was starving!  OK so they’ll all eat another dinner!  Look at cute these two guys are in Roma….  IMG-20180514-WA0003-2.jpg

I had them booked at the Hotel Marsala, Peter said his room was fine, Joel said his room smelled like dirty socks.  The next morning Peter took off to the airport and Joel headed to the Termini to find the train that would take him to Telese where he would be picked up and brought to Guardia.

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FAST FORWARD: All good things come to end eventually and the time had come for Joel and I to take our leave of Guardia Sanframondi.  It was sad, there were tears, we gave away any remaining food and we headed north to Rome, where we would spend the night and leave for the airport the next morning. 

With the pedal to the metal we made as good time as we could because we had to get the car returned by 1pm.  At least I didn’t have to encounter Andreas, the ass who was at the counter when I rented the car a month earlier.  Finally after more hairpin turns in the parking garage, we reached the 5th floor where two guys began poring over the car – finally I said, “It’s perfetto”! And we were off to the Hotel Marsala which was within walking distance but not by car which is exactly what can happen in Rome or Florence.  You can see your destination however to get there by taxi 🚕 (you remember the multiple suitcases), well we went this way, that way, and around and finally we arrived.  I was so hot and tired, I couldn’t imagine taking a room such as I imposed on Joel and Peter (single bed, shared bathroom in the hall)! So I upgraded us to a private bath and WiFi.  My room was glorious.  

I just wanted to rest because we had an evening planned for us by Jessica, one of my daughter, Chiara’s college dorm mates! Jessica moved to Italy shortly after college graduation to work in the travel industry. She married an Italian and they live in a very toney neighborhood in Rome with their adorable little girl, Beatrice.

Well Jessica outdid herself and arranged for a fabulous 2 hour golf cart tour of Rome for Joel and I.  She knew I would have  a really difficult time hobbling around with my boot and cane.  It was so much fun and our driver/private tour guide was exactly what you would expect – very good looking, tall, lean and very Italian! 

We zipped around central Rome, stopped at Church, Joel wanted to see, saw the Colliseum and learned that originally it had been totally covered in marble ( I’m not surprised after having seen marble in every house and store and bar in Guardia). The marble was stripped off to build the Basilica and the Papal Palace.  Of course we went to Trevi Fountain where Joel tossed the obligatory 3 coins in the fountain. He had received explicit instructions from our new Guardia friend, Michael on how to throw coins the night before.  I’m pretty sure he got the correct arm over the appropriate shoulder considering both he and Mike discussed this over many glasses of Luigi’s excellent wine and topped off with Limoncello.

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“Take it from me Joel, it works”.

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Mom to Joel: “Hey that’s a lot of Limoncello you’re chugging there”

 

 

Now if they work he will fall in love, get married and return to Rome….MMmmmm

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Everybody knows that Robert De Niro is a great Oscar-winning actor and he doesn’t like DT, BUT did you know that his great-grandparents emigrated to the United States from the town of Ferrazzano in the region of Molise?  Yes, Molise, same region that my grandfather was from, and where I visited twice this past May.

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As you approach Mirrabello in Molise, you can’t help but notice an imposing village in the distance high up on a mountain.  That would be Ferrazzano.

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So when Joel and I went to Molise, we also went to see this pretty town.  We didn’t realize it would be so windy up there, boy did it howl! Tina Di Giglio, a friend we made in Molise last year, led us up there.  We were to follow her, lol, who knew it was going to be a motocross race!  Tina, like every other Italian driver races to wherever they are going at breakneck speed.  We stopped in some parking area with a great view, but not before she led us through a street (I use that term loosely because it was an alley), so narrow,I pulled the side mirror in!

The almost 360 degree panorama was breathtaking. My photos don’t do justice. Joel walked down to another level, but the cobble stones and the stairs were too much for me and my boot.

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From our perch, we could look out and see Campobasso which I believe is like the county seat of that province of Molise.

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i saw this gate and doorway, thought it was interesting, so…

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If you ever thought recycling in the United States was a pain, you just haven’t experienced Guardia Sanframondi’s system.  It is so complex and confusing that every month you can pick up a calendar at the Municipal and every night you take the garbage out and hang it on a hook that is attached somewhere on your building or a wall in your driveway.  IMG-20180503-WA0000.jpg

And the garbage bags have faces 🤓😳🤢!!

Jumping back to Florence for a moment, while on the hunt for the perfect birthday gift for myself on the Ponte Vecchio (naturally), we came across a very Italian street entertainment;  A Punch and Judy puppet show!

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It was such a treat to see the little kids sitting down and watching in awe as the hustle and bustle of the Ponte Vecchio area surrounded them.

As much as I loved being in Guardia and Italy in general, there were two disturbing national and cultural issues;  Way too many people in Italy smoke! Really, I was shocked by the prevalence of smokers everywhere.

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AND the diesel automobiles 🚗  🚙 hold your nose! Sometimes in traffic we would be caught in the midst of a bunch of diesel powered vehicles.

,VINO and OIL, well that’s what the sign said… I’ve already told you about this place The Forresta Cooperative where both the olive oil and the wine are local  and in great supply!  Remember I said the wine was in huge silver tanks, there for your own pumping so to speak.  Seeing is believing…

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And the olive oils

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Ciao for now!

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I didn’t take enough photos when I was there, I didn’t take enough notes thinking  I would remember a lot more! But not everything becomes a story and not everything was of enough interest to translate into a blog post.

BUT, there are snippets here and there that deserve a mention or at least a look see;

Something that you see all over Italy are beautiful fountains, not all of them like the magnificent Trevi Fountain.  I saw a woman washing her hands in fountain such as the one below in Florence one evening.  This lovely antiquity is on the main road in Guardia Sanframondi, set just off the sidewalk and available for all, so egalitarian!  A cool sip of water on a hot summer day, a splash of water on warm face, a quick wash y of your hands, sticky from dripping gelato!

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You’ve heard me speak of the new old town built around the medieval town.  Here’s a glimpse of Peter leaning up against the stairwell to the apartment that we stayed in last year and this year.  He loves the location, so central to everything – well that and it had two wide screen TVs!

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So sweet, so luscious, delicious and bountiful!  Spring in Guardia means being surrounded by beautiful fruits and vegetables growing and are there for the picking!

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”Mom, how come none of these places serve like a breakfast sandwich”?  It does seem like there are two universal Italian breakfasts;  many years ago when I was in Italy but much farther north, ( Tuscany, Emilio Romagna, Lombardy, Veneto), I had a delicious breakfast every day of frutta, formaggio, Parma, pane, sort of a deconstructed breakfast sandwich.  However here in Guardia, a cream or chocolate brioche and coffee was the daily offering.  Mom to the rescue ( I need my driver to be happy).

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We never did find out what it was with Amalfi and lemons!  They were  everywhere so we stopped on the side of the road ad bought two. Unfortunately we never got to taste them before it was time to head back to the U.S.A. I hope Cindy and Steve enjoyed them.

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Then there was the day, I asked Raffaele to take me to the town of San Lorenzillo where there is a master ceramist, he introduced me to last year. Most people think of Cerreto Sannita as the ceramic city, and in fact it’s town center is home to many shops featuring elaborately ornate and intricately detailed ceramics.

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Not So Ornate – However Almost Every Piece Is In This Palette

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I Wish I Had Taken The Time To Focus And Enlarge This Picture Because These Statues Are Exquisite

I found another postcard from Guardia…..

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Name That Saint!

 

Raffaele arranged for a couple of us to go to the top of the castle, I think I wrote about that little adventure earlier, ( https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2018/06/07/the-sights-and-sounds-of-guardia). When we were walking around the roof top  and looking over the parapet, I spied this.   Do you think a bird or the wind carried the seed to the top of this wall where it took root and blossomed?

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Rising From A Rock

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