Un oggi non nella macchina

A day not in the car.  Think about it.  When was the last day you spent when you never left where you were?  Maybe that’s not so novel for some, but it sure is for me.  

I dropped Stan off at the station on Saturday and proceeded up the hill to my “ufficio” – office – the cafe where the wi-fi’s strong and free.  After a couple of hours there, I headed back to Joan’s with a stop for provisions along the way.  Everything was uneventful – I even successfully recharged my Italian cell phone and asked for charcoal in the store.   It was so warm, though, I didn’t cook – just hung around the kitchen and chatted on the phone a bit.

Sunday dawned bright and clear so i took a long walk up the road, stumbling on this huge agriturismo, tidy and manicured that someone had dropped in the middle of nowhere.  On return, I tackled cutting the grass.  Lawnmowers have changed since I last stood behind one, but I figured it out and an hour and a half later had the “yard” mowed.  That was about it.  A shady spot beckoned under a tree and that’s where I parked until moving inside for dinner.  Not very exciting as I read about it now but a very unusual day.  Solitude can be interesting when you’re not used to it.

Today I’m back on the road to Deruta for some retail therapy.