Beginning the week

We spent all of our weekend here at the farm. So far we haven't had any days away. With all the hustle and bustle around the spring time it has been tough to find a good day to get away. There are guests coming may 2nd for agriturismo in the adjoining house to the farm. So there has been a lot of work cleaning, painting, and preparing for guests. This evening the work was finally finished and things went back inside. I know they are relieved to be done with that rush. Too bad we can't say tht we were of great help, We kind of opted out of house moving chores and peacefully enough spent the day cleaning up after the horses and cooking. Thought we were going to have to wait until Thursday for a day off, but the object of our day has been moved to tomorrow! The annual parade of snakes in cucollo. So our day off is moved up correspondingly to tomorrow! Wish we had all the words to say how much we miss everyone and have enoyed being a part of all the changes through the Internet.... Happy mayday tomorrow

Fuoco de campa

Last night was pretty fun. During breakfast and lunch we were still all kind of lethargic from the family Saving. Drew suggested a good activity though to which we all rallied around. A fire. We spent the morning cleaning the horse stalls, afternoon gardening. Then Zabeth, dillon and drew walked to fossacesia for some party supplies, about 15 wieners and a few beers. We also stopped at a cafe in town which Zabeth and I have been frequenting every time we go, the cafe teatro. We came home, fed the horses for the evening, and then cleared up the fire pit. Zabeth popped popcorn, with tons of oil and salt,malthough there is no such thing as to much salt in Italy.we also had some hummus left over from lunch, bread, hot mustard and bread. Carlo was in his carpentry shop working on a roof for someone, and Gunda was helping him, so an outdoor dinner fit in good with their work schedule. They took a break, and we all put weeny on sticks and roasted. All in all I think we were outside for two or three hours, burning olive branches and other yard waste. The kids went to bed first, because they have school on Saturday. It was a nice night.

Sadness

Yesterday our new family and friends left. It was an unfortunate situation. Without gossip and value judgements, it was a pretty necessary thing. They arrived Saturday night, as mentioned and we all ate a late dinner, chatted, and it was a pretty crazy house. But since it was Saturday and the first night there was nothing less to be expected. We all drank wine, and dinner wasn't over until about midnight... Fn but not what you would expect every night. Sunday was a pretty long day. The kids were trying to get used to being entertained by a farm, although they played with the kids here pretty well. The parents were trying to watch the kids, but also figure out how to perform some jobs on the farm. They really wanted to contribute, but also had to keep the kids out of the way. They also had to figure out how to take care of the kids in someone else's home, things like where to change a diaper, or make a snack, or what to make...shower, etc. all the things you take for granted when you have your own space. Then sunday night we all went to lanciano and helped a friend cut grass, then we had pizza for dinner. The new family stayed here, in hopes of acclimating to the environment without anyone else around to judge or direct them, but I think they just felt left out and in the dark. Both sides are perfectly rational, they just don't work together. Monday was nice, the kids played together, and got to ride horseback. Zabeth and I had a good time watching them a little while we worked with their mom in the garden, or on the horses. As things got better outside though, it was still difficult in the common areas, picking up toys, having kids crying and running around, and trying to organize eleven schedule including four kids around one common task. We hoped though that eventually everyone would start to mould to the environment, and things would slowly change and we would be one big happy family. Wednesday was a holiday, and once again the family was left alone to celebrate and have time together while the rest of us went to work in another olive grove. Wether they had a good or bad day I don't think it mattered, they probably felt a little isolated. We all ate together Wednesday night, it was tense again with all the commotion but what else could there be... Yesterday Carlo and Gunda asked the family to make some changes that they thought were necessary for the experience to work out, we weren't involved in the convo and avoiding gossip and speculation, let's just say the changes were deemed too much and the family promptly packed up their things. They were still welcomed for lunch, but they hardly ate and it was a tense and weird situation. I know they are sad and disappointed that it didn't work out as hoped. Zabeth and I were pretty sad as well because we made good friends, the mother was just a little older than us. The kids were pretty cute and I think if they were visiting us or vice versa we would have no problem entertaining, watching, scolding, or enjoying them. But on the farm it wasn't so easy, and so they left.

2 many roosters for my taste

Our perspectives have changed, we have gladly accepted that we are no longer wwoofers here but living in a commune. It's a good life once you get the hang of it! Today i woke up a little late so dillon Let the chickens out and fed them due to the 2 roosters continual cocka doodling. It has become very unnecessary to have 2 overloaded testosterone driven, loud roosters so Carlo asked us which one shouldbe dinner! Ulia and I headed down soon after and started mucking the horse paddocks. She is really cool and Carlo and her have offered to let us stay in their home in Austria for our final week or 2 in Europe. After, we enjoyed breakfast of gundas jam of figs and green tomato along with bread dillon made. I have had a headache everyday so I have started eating an egg in the morning to get some protein..possible cause. Ulia and I again volunteered to clean the horse stalls, then I found dillon slaving away in the garden planting tomatoes...so I brought us some beers. Little milla was helping as well...she looks like Heidi from the Swedish show. Dill and I started getting a plot for chicory ready when Ulia made a really good tea with the skin and core of apples we shared before lunch. soon after espresso and new Carlo had his rum 4 digestion, me, the new family, Marino and Lorena made our way to the beach, dill was up for stall cleaning with drew. I am making a wild greens and tomato pizza and new Carlo is making frittata...with lots of olive oil! tomorrow is Carlos birthday, which is also Italy's liberation holiday...very special so dill is going to bust the harmonica out 4 the occasion. Hope all is well with u guys, love z and d.

Typical days

So at this farm there aren't really weekends or non working time. Since there are horses, there is always work to do taking care of them you can make yourself useful all the time. Of course you can take personal time whenever necessary, but it just helps to let someone know beforehand so they an cover your task. It's much less like a typical production farm, with set hours and goals and projects. Instead it's just kind of a pastoral life, and for everything you put into the work you get things like vegetables, fruits, olive oil, maybe some eggs and wine. A typical day begins with horse feeding before breakfast, although this just switched from after to before breakfast as the days start earlier. Drew, another American knows the horse routine best, and has been here the longest, so it's his responsibility and sometimes we just help him. Then breakfast of toast and homemade jelly, and coffee or tea. Then everyone cleans up, and we go about some outside tasks. Such as planting in the garden, cleaning up after the horses, or bundling firewood from the olive pruning. There's no time limit on tasks, but lunch is normally served at two so you decide best wether to finish, cut it short and finish later, or save some work for another day. After lunch it slows down until about now, 430. Then everyone digests, horses get fed, people walk, read, entertain themselves, exercise, blog, kind of whatever. Drew feeds the horses again at night,nd we try and help him so that he can get in for dinner earlier. We eat, clean, visit, ponder, blog, and pass time as necessary. Although the tasks are fairly simple, it is really a neat system when considered in its entirety. The horses eat and poop, which becomes manure and soil for the garden. Then you plant, harvest, can and store so that you can eat, and fuel yourself to pick up poop, move it to the pile, sift the pile, take it to the garden, plant and eat. If you get tired of this closed loop, prune some olive trees, press, enjoy.

Relief

After feeling out of place for a couple of days, then feeling okay for a while, and then missing our new wwoof friends and all the emotions of a new place we finally have something else to relate. Today some new wwoofers arrivano, they are a family of four from Vienna. Carlo, Julia, mila, and Arian. Without revealing too much and compromising their identity, it is safe to say that they are a family, the two latter names are a boy and girl of six and two years of age. They arrived this evening around six, while Zabeth and I were walking to the beach. They are supposed to stay mere for two months before starting new jobs in September, but it seems they are having the same feelings on their first night that we had. Fr instance, they asked what time dinner began, where the bathroom was, and if the showers were hot. N they are not was the answer. It of course can be tough to get used to as we experienced. Bt it seems that nothing makes you feel more welcome than new guests. Zabeth and I talked about knowing how they felt, and making them feel god while at the same time being honest about what life is like around here. I think Zabeth and I are figuring out that it's not too hard, but it's different.

AJ

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Sun

Today was a little warmer than yesterday. Actually the sun shined all day so it was a natural mood lifter. The total number of wwoofers is down to four, but will be down to three this weekend, before going back up. Mornings here begin with a slice of bread and some home made jelly, fig, and tea or coffee as you prefer. Everyone makes it to the table as the please, although Carla and Gunda are up around 6 30 to get the kids ready and off to school. Once they leave we all get up, and then as we eat we get a task list for the day. This morning we cleaned and then I helped Drew Feed the horses, while Zabeth and Molly started in on some basic wood garden clean up. Like I said its tough to find our place here, mostly because there have been many people in and out. Plus as always, we are but babies when it comes to the inner workings of this farm. So we have to learn how to do the routine all new. Combine that with trying to connect with two new people, who are at the same time trying to connect with not just us, but many people, and raise two kids and run a farm. It doesn't come quick, but thanks to the sunshine and some conversation with each other things are getting a little smoother with each hour, like we learn where the dishes go, and where the wood pimple for the fire is. Today though after the beautiful morning we ate spaghetti for lunch. Lunch is a little later because the kids come home from school around two,and they don't eat there so we wait for them and all eat together. It was so nice that we ate outside. Then z and d took a ten minute nap, woke up, and walked down to the beach. We sat there and talked about the need for adaptation, survival of the fittest, and what we would tell people at dinner parties when we got home. It was a good day!

Abruzzie

So far we have not made it to the beach. The other night we ate too late, and everyone was too tired to walk down to the beach at such a late hour. Today it rained so the work was rather limited, so Zabeth and I set off on our own, but after a few wrong turns we ended up on a dirt road on a hill overlooking the beach. Rather than attempt to work our way down, we simply turned around and salvaged energy for another day. This evening thou, the rain finally cleared up, and the sky was a beautiful blue and orange glow, it was greatly needed after a full day of clouds and rain. Two more wwoofers left today, so it is down to four of us now. Later this week though we hear rumors of a family joining the fray. We have enjoyed learning from the group, and visiting with the kids around here, Lorena and Moreno.

Made it

We have made it to our next farm. We left the campground around ten, in case we met some delays, but our bus wasn't until two. It took a bit, but we were able to spot the bus terminal, get tickets, and relax. With the extra time we walked around and ended up dining on Chinese food. Then we got on a nice double decker bus, and rode out of Rome through a surprisingly mountainous region towards Pescara. We got in during a rainstorm to Lanciano, then caught a ride to our new farm. There are several other woofers here, all American, although two left today, and HTML more will be leaving tomorrow. Today we fed the horses and moved a fence. Then one of us picked wild herbs for lunch. We just walked down to the store, and hopefully tonight big American beach fest.

 the last supper... dessert

 an ode to our friends in alagna

 roman theatre in trieste

 roman theatre in trieste

 farmers market, horses arent just for riding.....in italy they are for eating

 nadja, elke, zabeth on easter

 stevem sara, lucy is a dog, zab, dil

 coliseum in verona

tuscany, outside florence on the bike ride

In and Out of Rome

Last night we went to a couchsurfing meetup in Florence, although we were unable to make a host, we did make a friend with a Chinese guy studying in Florence, and he offered to take us to the museum this morning. Since we committed we promptly left the couchsurfing party to opt for sleep. On the way home we met our friends from the bike tour. However, we didnt follow them back to the party. We got up early and met our CS friend, Enzo, at a museum, where we walked around until noon. Then we had to walk to the train station and hop on a train down to Rome. Seeing as how we had no friends to see, places to visit, or major time restraints, we booked a bungalow(Italian for a half-wide trailer) on the outskirts of town. It required jumping the subway, then city train, then camp shuttle to get here. Once arrived though we have been pleasantly surprised. It is on the banks of a river, which looks more like an industrial port than scenic white water. There are lots of campers though, and now we are having dinner and using internet in the bar. Rome is too big, and we are too fried on sights to absorb anything in the city, so this works out perfectly. Our matresses would probably not hold a malnourished boy scout above floor level for twenty minutes, but at least we have each other. And when we get home, we will have you. Love everybody, have a good weekend!

Wheels in Florence

We arrived in Florence midday with the sun shining on our packs. We made a 15 minute walk to our hotel Bavaria. It was more than we could of asked for, especially for price. After 3 flights of stairs we meet the hotel tendant and his overgrown pug. Our room overlooked the bustling street which was fun to watch while eating our new jar of peanut butter from Steve with carrots and apples. It has been difficult to keep a regular digestion pattern with the kebabs, pizza, crissants, and wine....so we went to the store for some produce. At 9 we attended an Italian play, originally called breakfast at tiffanys! After we walked the streets, we settled for getting jipped at a university bar by getting 7 euro glasses of wine. This morning we anticipated heavy rains, but we decided to make the most of it and headed to the bike shop after our wonderful complimentary breakfast. We were able to leaveourbagsat the hotel. We met our bike guide Rebecca from England and four other bikers from Boston and Israel. We jumped on our bikes with zest and rode out of the city to the chianti region. We had a minor setback when our fellow rider fell into the rode and the back spoke broke. We made our way to coffee shop to wait for someone to bring a new bike....and of course he biked to meet us. We pedaled through villas and rolling hills of olives and grapes. We arrived at our destination at the top of a hill andhadlunch at an olive orchard where the owner also gives cooking classes. We ate a wonderful lasagna paired with red wine, bread with tomatoes topped with their olive oil, cheese, and salami unique to this area. It was the best meal dill and I have eaten since luca and Elena's! After we stuffed ourselves they brought out a strawberry tiramisu paired with a dessert wine. It was money well spent. After ride back into city we grabbed our bags and walked to hotel Montreal.....

Past few days

Tuesday morning we woke up at Steve's place in Vicenza. We slept in and as soon as we walked out to explore, we found a farmers market. Zabeth did a potato load, so we went back up and dropped those at the apt. Then we walked up the hill from the city center to a big dome, built by Palladio. He is the main draw for the town as he revived Greek architecture there in the 1500s. There's a big church as well, The basilica Palladina, monte berico. Well a lot of stuff. As it was a relaxing day for us we made the berico our main stop. Steve called and invited us rock climbing with another American, Sara. We spent two hours in the woods, followed by one hour eating pizza. The next day we were supposed to take the train to Verona, but it was raining all day. We left at 9 for tickets, but as the weather was crap, just came home and rested until the noon train. As soon as we arrived in Verona we bought an umbrella, then plodded miserably along for half an hour. Rather than allow our swamp feet and inverted umbrellas to stop us, we pushed on through to the arena. One of the biggest ever built, and still regular home to live music. One click of the camera, and our journey was complete. We bought two kebabs, then agreed to lay off the kebabs for a while. Walked outside and the sun broke through.... Figuratively as we bought a bus ticket and rode three minutes to the train station. Our train was delayed over an hour, to our liking, since we had nowhere to be in this rain soaked mess. At six we got back to Steve's and just kind of relaxed. We Cooked the potatoes, which for Zabeth was like Christmas. Then we packed our bags in anticipation of leaving again Thursday morning.

Fresh air

So last night, Venice seemed mostly like a tourist destination. Although we feel that our trip is special, it's hard to feel unique when walking around amidst street vendors selling the same t shirts and hot dogs, and people looking at the same maps you are, and announcing to their family in English that we don't know where we are. Especially as we checked our map, argued about from where we came, and relished in 2 dollar brats. But we resigned to the fact that the point of Venice is to see it, you must come and take pictures and enjoy it as everyone else is just because it is so unique, a city with no roads. As it was, we were happy with other things, the chance to talk to family, sleeping in a hotel, having groceries in the fridge. Then our hotel offered to keep our bags until we left, so we felt more than satisfied by the ability to walk around for three hours this morning while our bags waited back at the Al Gallo. We started by slowly meandering our way for some cappuccino, croissants, and general sugar. A real Italian breakfast. Then we came down from our high and split a sandwich, then a kebab before it was time to head back for our bags. In the meantime we had meandered completely across the island to piazza San Marco, itself the hub of activity with tour lines extending out and around churches and museums. As we made our way through there was always one individual holding a colored umbrella up high so that his tour group could keep up behind and avoid following young American couples into the Grand Canal. We picked up our bags and went to make one final stop at a pizzeria con Internet for a late lunch and to make sure we werent missing anything. After that we were going to head to stay in Vicenza for a few days before making our way farther down south. I called our friend Steve, from Vicenza, who just happened to be in Venice himself for the Easter holiday. He ditched his own plans and came to meet us just down the street from our pizzeria. When he showed up he was with his friend Leslie, herself an expat and current native Venizian. We followed her to her place to stash our bags and to follow them for a small tour. Immediately the cloud lifted from Venice, she turned out of the main walkways and took us into Cannaregio I believe, her neighborhood. Her apartment was wonderful, hidden from the main walkway by first a giant green door, then a small atrium, followed by a huge lawn and garden complete with cats. Next to her house is actually a rig to lift your boat out of the water, if she had a backyard... Well she does, it's an entire canal. Se took us on a short tour to get coffee, and then over to the first ghetto in the world. The name comes from... It was a Jewish ghetto because.... I need to research this before I write it but Steve and Leslie knew the answers to these questions and many more facts about Venice than any umbrella throttling tour guide could memorize in a career. We walked back to Leslie's and tossed the frisbee, letting her finish some work and tossing the frisbee. The master of the garden stopped in to tell us that frisbee is explicitly forbade in Venice, to which we apologized, even though his visit was quite cordial including asking where we were from and shaking hands as he left. Then we went out for a little aperetivo, as the wind picked up and the sun set. One more stop at a jazz and seafood bar, for some hush puppies and French fries, and then it was time for us to pick up our bags and get on the train from Venice to Vicenza. Crowded train and everyone slept peacefully.

Nor Easter

Yea, not too much available. We woke up, Elke made us tea and her special homemade bread and hard boiled eggs for a special Easter breakfast. It was nice to be around a family and newly made friends for the holiday morning, but since they had actually planned to celebrate together and it was an afterthought for Zabeth and I we wanted to give them some time to celebrate alone. Our day consisted of a little public transporting, followed by some reading. Then we found an open coffee bar and had a drink, tried to stay dry as it started raining, and the wind blew. Then we actually found a nice place for some pizza and pasta for a typical Italian lunch. Since its Easter we came for a little FaceTime and Skype rendezvous to tell everyone happy holiday, but it was church time so we weren't able to catch everyone, just my good mom. Then Zabeth and I took some time to sit down. Upon venturing back out, we took a hint from our fellow guests and went to the grocery store for some cheese, salami, wine and fruit so that we could have our own special Easter feast. it seemed like we could still spend some energy before Easter was over so we went back out and walked around for a bit, where we stumbled on some spaghetti that out our store bought groceries on hold. Very good anyway, and Zabeth and I had a nice time walking around in the cool evening, with most people home for celebration.

Triestin

Well since its a holiday there wasn't really too much available and going on around Trieste. Buses were running but on the festive schedule, and our friends Nadja and Elke had planned ahead and bought snacks to celebrate Easter. Last night when we got home from our day, they were dying eggs and making bread. Yesterday actually, we altogether went into town in the morning, and went to a huge produce market that is only open once a week. We spent a half hour looking around, and buying a few things for quick consumption. Turns out produce markets are not the kinds of thing you want to frequent unless you can take the produce home and cook it over the course of a few days. Ater the market though we rode the Trieste tram way up to the top of the hills. Unfortunately, that's not where the view is, so we took it back down a few stops to the napoleonica road, a wagon carriage road built by Napoleon (presumably) which is now kind of a civic green space for exercise. We walked the trail 3 kilometers and passed quite a few local fitness enthusiasts en route to our the bus stop. Since were all on vacation, we stopped as soon as the green space was over at a small cafe and had coffee, cheese sandwiches, and a touch of wine for a small lunch. Then we mulled away some minutes waiting for the bus to come. An old lady stuck her head out of her house, smiled and seemed to ask in Italian if we were waiting for the bus. We said yes, we can only surmise.... Bt then we think she said, oh did you just have coffee, cheese sandwiches and wine at the restaurant, now you've come over here to pass some time standing on the side of the street in front of my house... And so we said yes again, and waved. We caught a ride back to town and split up. Nadja for Easter supplies, Zabeth and I for tourist information. They took an early bus home while Zabeth and I strolled the coast for a bit before sundown. Then we began the narrowing down process, deciding on a place to eat. Of all the places you walk by that seem god when your not hungry, it's so hard to finally decide when you are hungry. W.e finally settled on a kebab, and caught a fairly early bus ourselves.

Cheecago Illinois

Today was wonderful. We got up at eight, Zabeth got up and told me that the ship was sailing and I better be on it. We walked out of the house with Nadjas mom, Elke to find the bus stop. On the way we bought tickets and found the stop without any problems. Z and d go to town and arrive at ten. Without a plan, phone, or wifi, they wander aimless for two hours, but not without finding fresh food market on the grand canal, public restrooms, two espresso shots, ocean, who knew? Then decide to get act together beginning with purchase of a cell phone, almost purchased wifi chip but realized iPad not accessible, so settle on phone. With newly found confidence from accomplishment seek out tourist info and get a city map. Celebrate with kebab panini, falafel and then two more coffees at a wifi hot spot. Procrastinate on wifi until kitchen staff changes at coffee shop, then use tourist map to retrace steps of the morning. See old castle, roman theatre, old roman arch. At this point weather has changed from fog to sunshine, possibly as a result of our mood swing after doing some legwork to actually make trip sunny not just a foggy haze as well. Then think to call and make plans with everyone else so we try cell call but we can't contact our friends because there numbers are German. Back to wifi spot, this time beer and wine, send emails with contact info. Walk out feeling complete that we have done all we can, immediately bump into said friends and retrace path to castle. Weather beautiful, warm, sun reflecting on water, like Austin on an ocean! Head to dinner at fish market specializing in coastal catches. Everyone splits appetizer, then has pasta, experience first taste of restaraunterism in Italy. It costs 2 $ per person just to go in. Offset by all the free snacks you get during aperetivo. After dinner get gelato, walk 20 minutes to theatre, bar, cafe, called Rosetti. At ten o'clock, live from Chicago Illinois is the blues brothers mobile band, specializing in..... The blues. All intros in Italian, all songs in perfect English. Wonderful! Catch midnight bus back to our place, turns out bus is also popular hangout for every teenage kid in Trieste. All kids skinny (jeans), hip, and speaking Italian. One kid puts cigarette in mouth, gets off the bus, lights up. Bus drives 100 meters, makes a U, kid thumbs down bus from same spot, takes step up, flicks cigarette into the great midnight yonder, as automatic doors trap nicotine laced oxygen for all public transporting losers to inhale for a second the sweet scent of freedom.....aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

Try este?

The Internet showed we would make Trieste at 9, but when we got to the train station the ticket agent saved us about 50 dollars and 4hours tonight by connecting us thru Milan, Venice to Trieste. It was more crowded, but we were thankful for the extra time when we arrived because..... There was no Internet to be found. We planned on having it to contact our host tonight, checking the bus schedule, and to comfort general malaise. Instead we were forced to hurry to the bus stop, give a fanatic call to our host, and then get on the bus to his house without really knowing where it was. The bus promptly drove 2 minutes, pulled into the station and took a half hour break, but we were too nervous to get off. As soon as we moved we communicated what stop we neded with two locals, one of whom actually got off with us, walked us to a bar and told us to use the phone! Kind and helpful indeed. Tonight we are surfing along with a German girl and her mom, on her first experience. We all made couscous for dinner and shared some of Alagnas finest bread. Trieste is beautiful!!!!!! But well see for sure tomorrow. Buona notte

Bum journey

This morning was a bittersweet wakeup call from luca, because it was our last. He and Elena graciously woke up before the sun to make us cappuccino and nutella toast and say goodbye. Last night they let us cook them some fried chicken and mashed potatoes, which were made from their potatoes. Then we had special cake and pizza to ensure that the first evil of life in the big city will not be hunger. We are so grateful that we got to meet Elena, luca, and gege and Alagna. Today was as sad as it was saying goodbye to everyone three weeks ago. Our first stop became our new home, and we were like kids going to the first day of school today leaving Alagna with our apples and homemade loaf of rye. Sad, sad, sad. Thanks for everything

Weekend Recap

Last weekend was fun, On Saturday morning GeGe and Lucas brother Paulo took Zabeth and I on a hike in the Parco Naturale. It was about a ten minute walk up into views of the Monte Rosa, where we had lunch at a rifugo Pastorale.Waterfalls, animals, and of course the mountains.
Sunday Paulo rode the ski lift with us up into the mountains. The ride takes about 20 minutes and then we walked around to all the different retaurants and rifugos that await skiers once they arrive. We had a few coffee,s and admired the view for most of the morning. The alps are awesome, and very inspiring!
Everything cool, Leaving tomorrow, so today had been nice, plus the rain so there sint alot to do outside. mostly we have walked the town visiting Lucas friends and saying hello, nice to meet you, see you in the future.

foto

zabeth

luca bread

gege and zabeth

 stombecko

 dillon, zabeth, elena before the lift

 the alps

 weather today

 caffe delle guida

 luca elena

fog in alagna

Elena e Luca

fortunato inzio di stagione ... con l'anticipata primavera sono arrivati due veri montanari dal nuovo messico in nostro aiuto .... fresco !!!!!
 la vita in montagna è veramente dura .... ma  in forze e' bella e divertente  ogni cosa .
tra poco il viaggio li richiama a nuove cose  ..... bene certo girando l'italia non ci si annoia.
meglio di cosi' non si poteva iniziare ...e siamo convinti di essere stati un buon
inizio di viaggio
belle giornate e tanti lavori fatti!!
bei pranzi cene e colazioni insieme
all'ultimo momento e' arrivata anche una nuova capretta
la chiamiamo Woody dalla tanta legna che abbiamo spaccato in questi giorni !!
facciamo ancora un brindisi alla bella vita...poi andiamo a dormire
stanchi ma felici