Spring in the Great Plains

Today, the boys and I made the trek to Castelluccio di Norcia, which I've faithfully written about every spring. Spring comes late, since we're really only at the beginning of the famous flowering, but it was a wonderful day nonetheless.

Once there, while the boys made their way up the steep slope to the cross at the summit, I made my way up the steeper (possibly) slope to the town center which I had never before visited. The mitigating factor was that the town center was closer than the summit. While there, I purchased the famous local lentils, black beans (almost completely unavailable here!), something called roveja (not an Italian word), chickpeas, and spelt. Yum!

Look at the white spot at 9:00 halfway between edge and center: that is James and Jeremy

"Breakneck alley"...and, yes, narrow and steep...aptly named

View from my bench

There is a cross at the crest of the hill (unseen in the photo).
 James and Jeremy climbed up to it. 

I love the way the hills look wrinkled

Castelluccio is the town on the little crest.

Blue and green...just stunning

On the way home, we stopped for a quick cappuccino at a roadside bar. It was a rather peculiar (but not really that uncommon in a way) reception: we were stared at as though an alien species! I guess they don't have too many visitors that way. But for being a roadside pit, the view was lovely...no complaints!

View from the bar. The hay bale was IN the field, not on the pillar (!)

Headscratcher: This reads "Mailbox temporarily out of order. In removal phase."

Love,

Alexandra