Lorenzo & his humble friends

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Tag: Assisi

Nieddu e il cinghiale

Only one thing is worse than tourism: religious tourism. Assisi is ruined by people with cameras and white hats who buy expensive souvenirs inspired to San Francesco and the holy cross. If it weren’t for these masses, the Basilica di San Francesco (inferior and superior: the inferior and the cript are unique) and the little streets would be spiritually inspiring. But I recognize: the local community would also be much poorer. Everything here is based on tourism.

We stopped for a great lunch just outside the evokative Eremo delle Carceri. This is an isolated place used for meditation, with a few tiny caves and farms emerging in the middle of Monte Subasio in a silent forest.

Driving along the river Tronto through the Monti Sibillini is a pleasure. Too bad we did not have the time to visit Norcia and San Benedetto.

We bought a tent along the way. After leaving Umbria and crossing Marche (440km) we are now in San Salvo, Abruzzo, Stefania’s second home. Tonight we will drive through Molise and plant our bright tent in Peschici, Puglia.20130808-150618.jpg20130808-210549.jpg

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Il calzolaio e la donna coi baffi

Stefania and I are hitting the road for a two week trip through centre and southerh Italy.

Yesterday we drove 480 km and got to Perugia after having lunch at the Abbey over Passignano, on the Lake of Transimeno, where a few centuries ago Hannibal slaughtered the Roman army on his way to Rome. The place is now quiet and full of olive trees.

Perugia is small and pretty – can I use pretty for a city? ‘Beautiful’ would be too much, ‘nice’ too little. It is surprisingly high on the sea, as it is built on the top of a hill and is sorrounded by ancient Etruscan walls and churches.

The same applies to Orvieto, the little medieval town where we drove today to meet Marco and Leila, who were coming up from Rome. The town is small and full of surprises, good food, and tourists. I was quite amazed by the Pozzo di San Patrizio, where you walk 52 meters deep into the ground. I was sure this was the deepest dwell I had ever visited, just to find out from my father I had been here already ten years ago.

We did not have time to visit Todi and Gubbio, but these look like small and fascinating Umbrian towns dominating the surroundings.

Today we added 200km to our count. We will leave Umbria tomorrow: after visiting Assisi we will head to san Salvo in Abruzzo.

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