Pup outside the door of the flat. There were a lot of wild dogs in the area, looked after by only a couple of good-hearted people. These little guys were very shy, never coming closer to me than four or five metres - but they ran to snatch up any food that was offered. Sometimes you would have almost a scrum around the tatty old bowl we used (anything more solid got stolen), with the seven pups, their mother and half-brother all trying to get in at once, tails wagging... I truly hope they're okay.
Our very plush apartment! :D The old place was virtually (sometimes literally) falling to pieces. It wasn't very clean, the plumbing was sometimes moody, sometimes inexistent; but it had lots of character, and was cool in the heat. Plus the fridge worked. (Just don't touch the wires.)
View from the door: an old, Mussolini-era milking shed.
The handsome half-brother I told you about earlier, relaxing in the shade.
View from... It must be San Vittorino. Gorgeous. :)
The old castle on the hill, opposite a coffee shop and bar that serves
the best cappuccino I have ever tasted. Mmmmmmmm...
Inside the town square, of which the castle forms almost an entire side: this was a beautiful place (of course, in Italy that goes without saying) with a fantastic view of the valley in which Rome lies. One of those magical moments.
Detail. :P
A little further down the track: view looking back from the farm of one of Dad's friends. We stayed here for a couple of hours, in which time I struggled to speak Italian, was laughed at, and wrote at least seven pages. All in all, a very good morning. ^^
The same farm, to add a little atmosphere.
Road through rock.
Now, this is just pretty. :)
View of Rome (or in the general direction of the city, anyway) from the hills in which Alba Longa was said to have been placed. This was a
definite Classics mind-explosion. :D I love Italy!!!
Pup outside the door of the flat. There were a lot of wild dogs in the area, looked after by only a couple of good-hearted people. These little guys were very shy, never coming closer to me than four or five metres - but they ran to snatch up any food that was offered. Sometimes you would have almost a scrum around the tatty old bowl we used (anything more solid got stolen), with the seven pups, their mother and half-brother all trying to get in at once, tails wagging... I truly hope they're okay.
Our very plush apartment! :D The old place was virtually (sometimes literally) falling to pieces. It wasn't very clean, the plumbing was sometimes moody, sometimes inexistent; but it had lots of character, and was cool in the heat. Plus the fridge worked. (Just don't touch the wires.)
View from the door: an old, Mussolini-era milking shed.
The handsome half-brother I told you about earlier, relaxing in the shade.
View from... It must be San Vittorino. Gorgeous. :)
The old castle on the hill, opposite a coffee shop and bar that serves the best cappuccino I have ever tasted. Mmmmmmmm...
Inside the town square, of which the castle forms almost an entire side: this was a beautiful place (of course, in Italy that goes without saying) with a fantastic view of the valley in which Rome lies. One of those magical moments.
Detail. :P
A little further down the track: view looking back from the farm of one of Dad's friends. We stayed here for a couple of hours, in which time I struggled to speak Italian, was laughed at, and wrote at least seven pages. All in all, a very good morning. ^^
The same farm, to add a little atmosphere.
Road through rock.
Now, this is just pretty. :)
View of Rome (or in the general direction of the city, anyway) from the hills in which Alba Longa was said to have been placed. This was a definite Classics mind-explosion. :D I love Italy!!!
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