I’m back from our few weeks sojourn to Abruzzo.
(And yes, those last posts were pre-written and hastily posted from an internet cafe – I wonder how much longer those will exist, and/or how long it will take me to get a smart phone?)
Being away meant I couldn’t go to Rhinebeck this year, but um, I don’t care – though I’m enjoying reading about it.
I’m now suffering through the haze of jet lag (pancakes at 3 a.m. seemed like a good idea at the time…) and clogged ears, the depression of leaving a land I love, and the bureaucratic shitstorm and other items of work I left behind (and which gathered strength instead of my unrealistic hopes of dissipating). So just a bit now, but more later – especially the wooly bits.
First I must take a moment to praise the porchetta panino.
We set an all-time record of eating 4 in one trip (not in one sitting though).
And they are the perfect protein-packed porcine pranzo on the trail (even if they get squashed in the pack).
Days and days spent in the mountains with near-miraculous perfect weather and autumnal shades.
And let us not forget pasta – especially with saffron and generous shavings of truffles.
And more hexagons too!
And of course, wool!
Definitely more on that later – here it is on the journey to the states after eating a pretzel in the Frankfort airport.
And we got one last dose of mountains on the way home with some excellent views of Greenland.