Monday - More progress on the quilting
projects.
Gill has moved on to machine sewing
to attach the borders to her blocks.
Collette has finished her first tree
and is starting the second.
Pat is putting her Mariner’s Compass
together.
Alistair cooked fusilli with lemon,
rocket and grilled cheese, for lunch, followed by a plateful of fresh fruit – strawberries, apricots and
nectarines.
More sewing and a bit of swimming after lunch.
Gill is quilting her 'pocket' blocks; Collette has finished her second tree; Pat has started one of her extra blocks.
Gill is quilting her 'pocket' blocks; Collette has finished her second tree; Pat has started one of her extra blocks.
At 5:30pm we drove down into Spoleto and walked to the foot
of the new escalator, which takes you to the top of the
hill. When I say escalator, I really mean
a series of eight escalators. It takes 8 minutes (yes, I counted and timed it!)
to get to the top of the hill. However, this is a LOT quicker than walking!
At the top, we walked the pathway
that runs around the castle walls, and walked half-way across the Ponte delle
Torri which spans the gorge, for a fantastic view of the
valley.
Back down the escalator, we picked up the car and drove through a maze of VERY narrow
one way streets, with the car wing
mirrors almost touching the walls on either side, back to Piazza
Garibaldi.
Had a drink at two different bars - one getting rather noisy as all the lads turned up to watch Italy vs Ireland on the big screen TV, so we moved up the road to the quieter Alessandro’s, where we know the owner. On our way back to the car, we stopped off at a gelateria in the Piazza. The football match was just about to get underway, so there was a great moment when everyone in the bar was singing along to the Italian national anthem. I don’t know if you are familiar with it, but it is quite long and very rousing; a bit like a verse or two from an opera.
Had a drink at two different bars - one getting rather noisy as all the lads turned up to watch Italy vs Ireland on the big screen TV, so we moved up the road to the quieter Alessandro’s, where we know the owner. On our way back to the car, we stopped off at a gelateria in the Piazza. The football match was just about to get underway, so there was a great moment when everyone in the bar was singing along to the Italian national anthem. I don’t know if you are familiar with it, but it is quite long and very rousing; a bit like a verse or two from an opera.