(camilla's evening gown)
24.03.2007 12 °C
I write from Sora, a small city south of Rome. I am staying on a farmstay in the Italian countryside, there are mountains all around me and rolling hills. I can see the icing sugar covered terrain in the sky from partings in the thick fog. It has rained on and off, the sky remains murky but the grass and new blossoms of spring are succulent and bright. The vegetation is beautiful in it's diversity, from palm trees to pine trees, wild asparagus to wild mint.
For the last week I have been working with Antonello and his family on his farm, with the help of Camilla (Sweden), Jen (Quebec) and Molly (Alaska). We have shovelled manure, transported rabbits, dug holes, cleaned bathrooms and bedrooms, washed too many dishes to count, and eaten more pasta than I could ever imagine possible.
The girls are hilarious, we get up to all kinds of trouble. The farm really has character as well, Guiseppe, the father, speaks no english but always tries to tell us that we should "have more wine for good health", and that drinking raw eggs will only make us stronger. I love the twinkle in his eye when he shows us how he milks the goats or makes his own olive oil.
Yesterday we worked in the morning as usual, and after lunch walked into Sora to use the internet. We went on a late afternoon hike to this castle overlooking Sora. As we climbed the mountain it appeared seemingly out of nowhere, a sturdy fortress with thick stone walls and winding staircases. We sat on the roof and stared at the view. Afterwards Antonello took us out for Italian pizza... as he says, "Everything in Italy is about food."