May
9 - Pontelatone. We spent the night at the Azienda Agrituristica Colle Verde in
the town of Pontelatone. When we arrived we asked in Italian if there were any
rooms available. The proprietor answered that he spoke German, and asked if we
did. Kes, Kris and Philip are all pretty good, and I can get by a bit in that
language, so the rest of the discussion was auf Deutsch, leading Kris and I to
believe that he was a German who had settled here for some reason, and we spent
some time speculating about it. We discovered eventually (although Kes claims
he knew this all along) that our host was in fact Italian, and it must have been
that our Italian was so heavily accented that he thought we were German.
At any rate, the rooms were big and included kitchenettes, so we ate dinner in.
We were so tired from our ride that we didn't want to ride back up the hill even
for pizza. We tried the wine produced at the farm - it was a frizzante red which
is kind of surprising if you're not used to it - and we had stopped early enough
that Philip was able to do a painting before it got dark.
