Wednesday 25 April 2012

Liberation Day

Today was a bank holiday in Italy, it was a beautiful sunny warm day, so we decided to try out a restaurant that was recently opened by our friend Pepe who comes from Naples, he has been a chef for many years.
We drove to a village by the lake called Bolsena, everyone seemed to be out today, and there was a  real holiday atmosphere around the lake.  We arrived a bit early so after a walk along the beach, we sat in a piazza and had a couple of glasses of prosseco, and watched the world go by, very Italian.


Later, we walked into the old town to the restaurant which was in the back of a book shop,  where we were led into the garden and the festivities started, so after, 6 fantastic courses with a bottle of good red wine later, we sat very stuffed and very dozy.(It was at this point I had an idea of writing a book about food and restaurants and illustrating it, It would mean eating out a lot of the time though, and that would be awful ha ha!!!! so bad for my figure.) After paying the bill we strolled or should I say rolled down to the lake where we crashed out on the beach for a snooze. By the time I'd reached home the idea had dwindled slightly.So I've just added it to my list of 'things I may do one day'.

4 comments:

  1. Sounds Fantastic!!! I think you could handle eating out a few more times and let us all live through your writings.

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    1. haha, you havent seen my belly though. \i did write a little this morning, I really enjoyed it.x

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  2. Sounds wonderful! Weather slightly different from when we went to Bolsena last Wed 18 April!! Cold, grey and wet! Anyway, I'm glad you had such a lovely time and wish Pepe well with the restaurant. I love the Piazza in Bolsena. It reminds me of something Mum told me when I took her there a couple of years ago. When she was a little girl she had to walk down to Bolsena from the farm at Montebello (in the hills above Bolsena) to buy her father a hat. The hat shop was through the big stone arch "gate" to the left of your first photo. My grandfather always wore black hats and the shop only had a brown one available in the style he wanted so she bought it and worried all the way home back up to Montebello that she would get a real telling off for getting the wrong colour. The story has a happy ending though as he liked the brown hat so much that after that he only wore brown ones!! x

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    1. getsett, you must start a blog, you have so many lovely stories to tell.

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