We have talked all week about getting to these two places of much art history, churches and middle ages streetscapes. Patricia and Craig have gladly followed all of our whims, so it was their turn today.
First, the Borgo breakfast….a cavalcade of light snacks that add up to a wonderful feast…freshly squeezed orange juice, home made bakery croissants and muffins (both with fruit in them), cheeses and meats, whatever kind of coffee and tea all followed by a small plate of delicious scrambled eggs with pancetta. Simple, ample and some ‘best ever’ type treats for all of us. You know it’s good when people stop talking and just say, “yum” a lot.
Before breakfast, you get up and look out a window in your room – ours happens to be our bathroom window – and see what’s happening in the valley. The sunlight or clouds play here all day and always make you smile that you are here in a place so far away from civilization and so in touch with nature’s beauty.
Our driver, Craig Boyd, has been such a good sport, since he was shocked about the Borgo drive yesterday, when he was following Gianni’s van down the Borgo road. Here’s that same road facing us today and he’s ready to roll.
So the day begins. We are headed to Spoleto first; about a 90 minute drive south past Assisi. It’s another hill town, but one with more hills than most. We can see where we need to go, but it takes an uphill slalom-type walk to get there.
Along the way we see a Roman theatre that is being excavated half way up the hill. A little Italian men takes mercy on us confused and lost Americans and helps us to find the theater (which was right under our noses), the Roman aqueduct/bridge and the cathedral.
We then headed to Spello to see the churches and have a late lunch…it’s already 2PM after our late start, long drive and slalom walking up to the top of Spoleto.
Spello is a delightful smaller hill town in Umbria. Lots of very clean little side streets and all seemed to be filled with flowers.
We had a lunch here in town – Sundays are not easy and it took a few tries before we could find six seats open. Our drive back to the Borgo was interesting in that we couldn’t find it on the GPS and went with the educated guesses of Butch to find the right turn for us.
The Borgo road was a bit daunting, but Craig negotiated it with professional aplomb.
The beauty of the Borgo is that the peacefulness wipes out the miles we traveled with comfort and good food.
Here’s the night’s finest dish.
Full tummies turn in for the night…eager to see what breakfast at the Borgo will hold for us in the AM.