The Cappella della Madonna di Vitaleta on the road from Pienza to San Quirico d'Orcia

In 2001 I came to live in Italy. I had some fun, wrote a journal and this is the blog of my story...

"Tuscany is a state of grace. The countryside is so lovingly designed that the eye sweeps the mountains and valleys without stumbling over a single stone. The lilt of the rolling green hills, the upsurging cypresses, the terraces sculptured by generations that have handled the rocks with skillful tenderness, the fields geometrically juxtaposed as though drawn by a draughtsman for beauty as well as productivity; the battlements of castles on the hills, their tall towers standing grey-blue and golden tan among the forest of trees, the air of such clarity that every sod of earth stands out in such dazzling detail. The fields ripening with barley and oats, beans and beets. The grape-heavy vines espaliered between the horizontal branches of silver-green olive trees, composing orchards of webbed design, rich in intimation of wine, olive oil and lacy-leaf poetry. Tuscany untied the knots in a man's intestines, wiped out the ills of the world. Italy is the garden of Europe, Tuscany is the garden of Italy, Florence is the flower of Tuscany." Irving Stone from my favourite book " The Agony and the Ecstacy" A fictional biography of Michelangelo



256. A fishy evening

Our good friends Davide and Rossana have returned the favour and invited us to their home in Castello for dinner.




We arrive at 7.00 with some Gelateria dei Medici ice cream and a bottle of passito wine from Villa le Corti and we enjoy an aperitivo on their terrace overlooking the Villa Petraia.




Fish is on the menu this evening and lots of it! We start with bruschetta and an octopus salad. The wine is a crisp pinot grigio from Livio Felluga (one of my friend Stefano Chioccioli's wineries) next it's spaghetti alla vongole, with clams.




We continue with some wicked crayfish and branzino, sea bass.



For dessert of course we hav our ice cream and Rossana's millefoglie washed down with our muffata passito from Pomino - wow! You could say the evening went swimmingly...
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