agriturismo

After spending time in the big city, we headed south to a bed and breakfast in the country, known here as an agriturismo. They usually cook their food using ingredients from their farm such as olive oil and citrus. This time of year the mud is too thick to ride horses, but we at least got to go and say ciao to them. The rooms here were really neat, I think perhaps we slept where horses once did.

Amelia's "princess" bed, getting an American welcome.

The kids with the "Cuties" they just picked, although Amelia wouldn't eat hers because it was a blood tangerine and apparently didn't look quite right. Blood oranges are in season here and are mmm mmm good.

Cavallo. No, we did not eat these guys as some of the locals might!

Santo and Francesca (or Fran-jessica as Amelia says) who run the agriturismo.

Uncle Gene getting some snuggle time.

Another couple that worked there had a 3 year old named Rebecca. These two girls had the best time while we were eating the delicious dinner Francesca made. It is Carnevale, so all the children everywhere dress up in costumes. More on that later.