After a couple of days in Pisa we picked up an Opel Corsa car from the airport and headed off for the tiny hilltop hamlet of Castello - which was to be our home for the next eight nights. There was a little altercation at the Hire Car place - Dan had chosen Gold Cars - a local company. He'd arranged insurance before he set off from home - but the chap from Gold Car wouldn't accept it. he wanted Dan to buy their "Super-Relaxed Insurance" instead. After an hour of wrangling (including Dan ringing his UK insurance and them putting the phone down on him!) he decided to go for the Gold Car one as well.
We were feeling a bit ripped off - but set off determined not to let it spoil our holiday. Nathan was navigating - with the help of the sat nav on his (new) phone while Dan drove carefully on the right side of the roads.
We had been warned that we must stop at the big Esselunga supermarket to stock up before we get to the villa. The note said that we wouldn't want to go back once we got there!? So, we did a big shop. In Italian supermarkets when choosing your fresh fruit and veg you have to put on a disposable glove and weigh and label your own produce before going to the till. The weighing scales had touch screens with pictures of the various fruits and veggies. It was good fun. In fact two Spanish ladies asked me how to do it - so I gave them a demo :-)
Once the shopping was loaded into the boot of our car we continued for the last 4 kilometres up a very winding road up to the villa. There was a steep drop on the one side of the narrow track and rocks on the other side, with signs warning that there were no safety fences. Then as we approached Castello there were two of the most terrifying hairpin bends I have ever seen. We got to the first and Nathan said to Dan - we have to go down there - pointing at the sharp angle - Dan said "You must be joking!" It required a three point turn manoeuvre to get round it. And there were two! When we finally reached the parking space for No. 13 I was shaking like a leaf! I dreaded ever having to go back down there. We resolved not to get in the car until we had to go home!
Scary! In fact we found a funny cartoon in the guest book - because everyone who'd been there made some comment about the road. One said his wife would need a blindfold if he were ever to have to drive her up there again!
|Dan admiring the view from the terrace|
We unpacked, got out some wine and drank in the view. Such peace and quiet. Another thing I loved about the villa is it is full of books! Every room has shelves of them. It's going to be a very relaxing break.
The next day we decided to stay in and laze around, enjoying the warmth the quiet and the books! Mike, the cheery owner of the villa came round to see if we needed anything or wanted to ask any questions. He lives just down the lane. he'd been inspecting his olive trees for flies. He brought his daughter Flora, 10, who was very happy to tell us how many "Roman miles" each nearby village was.
I did ask Mike about snakes - as it was mentioned in the guest information. He said it was mainly grass snakes - but there were a few adders - but if we got bitten we'd have half an hour to get to the local pharmacy to buy the antidote before we died. He was quite reassuring!
|Our lovely terrace|
|Enjoying the terrace|
Nathan was surprised when Dan told him that black olives are just green olives that had ripened - which was something I'd been reading about. You can harvest in November when they're green - to make oil or leave them to ripen until January to get the dark olives.
Sadly Nathan spent the first day working - but he was enjoying the lovely surroundings instead of the office! We had just entered Interference for a TIGA award - and the judges were due to play the game to test it out. It was quite stressful!
After a day or two he did relax and enjoyed the local wine and read his Matt Parker book - Things to Make and Do in the Fourth Dimension. This lead to a few interesting discussions. Dan does modelling for Tesco - which made me think he wore cool suits on the catwalk - but actually means he's a mathematical modeller for Tesco Bank!
He and Nathan were trying to explain why mathematicians invent impossible shapes - like the Klein Bottle which they showed me in diagram form. Also why you can't prove parallel lines. Dan maintains that maths is an art not a science!
At 3pm every afternoon we saw an eagle - and one day he brought the whole family. Apparently they like to ride the thermals over the valley when it is the hottest time of day.
|The Church Tower|
|Heading down to Valdottavo|
|The steps down to the village|
Dan strode up to No. 13 in his blue linen suit - he's much fitter than me! I was bright pink and sweating when I reached the top! Luckily the villa is very cool inside and we had chilled water in the fridge - so I soon recovered.
We shared to cooking every evening. We made Dan Nathan's famous "Tag Carb" and we did tuna steaks and green salads. Dan treated us to his chicken and pork escalopes cooked with wine and courgettes and mushrooms. Everything was accompanied by fresh salad, focaccia or ciabatta bread and lots of local white wine. We felt very healthy!
Only once did we give in to dessert and share a huge tiramisu from the supermarket!
Lunches consisted of huge slices of watermelon, fresh plum tomatoes, olives, mozzarella and breads with oil and balsamic. We did add crisps too as we were craving salt! Also, fresh peaches and plums
with a drizzle of honey.
We enjoyed leisurely lunches which often lasted until 4.30pm and sometimes didn't start cooking our evening meal until 9.30pm. Then we sat on the terrace looking at the constellations and talking about the universe. Dan said it has 11 dimensions - which is just mind-boggling to me. I can't imagine more than 4! We also discussed the moon landings, what era of time we would have liked to live in and what we would spend the money on if we won the lottery.
|Nathan about to get "super-relaxed"|
|Dan also aiming for "super-relaxed"|
|The useful hoist|
That evening the people at the villa below ours - who were locals - had some people over for dinner. It was light when they arrived and they ate outdoors just like we did. However, we were getting more and more stressed at the thought that they would have to go home down that scary road - IN THE DARK! We couldn't imagine how anyone could actually do that - as there were no street lights. We thought surely they must be staying the night. But, no! They all said their goodbyes around 11pm and they set off in their car back towards the hairpins of doom!
We were fully convinced that the next morning they'd be found upside down in the gorge - but we didn't hear any sirens or anything the next day.
As it was Wednesday by now we popped down the lane and through the olive grove to Mike's own villa. He said we could ask him anything before he went back to the UK until November. All the olives on the trees were hard and light green. When it comes time to harvest them the owners put nets underneath them and let them fall naturally when they're ready. They just shake the trees to se which are ready to fall.
Mike and Flora were busy packing up for the trip back to England via France. As we walked down we saw a small villa for sale and Dan seemed very interested in the idea. He asked Mike - and he offered to call the number on the sign - but sadly there was no reply. He did give him details of a local estate agent though - said she'd be happy to drive him round and show him many properties.
(I think he should choose one on a better road :-)
|Dan photographing the view|
|Eagle on the roof!|
He did do it eventually - so we could relax again :-)
Another little jaunt we had was another suggested walk to a village on the other side of the hills. We were fortified by the promise of a cool drink in the one bar in this place when we got there. It wasn't so steep as the walk down to Valdottavo - so we set off along another mule track.
The only annoying thing about the whole stay here was the presence of so many hungry mosquitoes! For the first part of the week they only bit Nathan - so Dan and I were fine. But then the last couple of days and nights they really sent for us. it was fine as long as you didn't scratch the bites - but who can resist for long???!! Nathan discovered a great cure though - dip a metal spoon in hot water and hold it over the swelling bite. The heat breaks down the protein that the mozzie injected into you to keep your blood flowing - and this stops the itching. It's the protein that we are allergic to.
It did actually work - and we spent a few days saying "Excuse me, I'm just going in to spoon myself" :-)
So, after eight relaxing days and nights at No. 13 it was time to pack up, road up the car and brave the hairpin bends once more to drive to our next destination - Florence!
I'll leave you with a few pictures of inside the villa.
|Tile above the bidet :-)|
|Loved our bedroom door|
|Our bed with mosquito net!|