Here in Orvieto

So Orvieto is a lovely old city, with the old center filled with cobbled streets, couples and families taking a Sunday night passegiata, or stroll, around the major road-we’ve got Vias Cavour and Garibaldi here-and single product shops with items like crepes, chocolates or boar’s heads in the windows. I’ve taken a few pictures already and was having trouble transferring them to my new flash dirve, so will try to do that tomorrow.  I met one of the participants on the funiculare, an electric trolley that is more like a ski lift (We found it after walking past a group of about a dozen Italians yelling at each other). She’s a professor of women’s studies and one other field at Assumption College who had spent the weekend in Rome, so was exhausted from having walked so much.  She’s staying in a monastery, and the elderly woman who showed her to her room made it abundantly clear that I was not allowed in their area of the section!
The apartment where I am staying is gorgeous.  It’s on the second floor of Via Duomo, another pretty major street-just to be clear, there are no stoplights in old Orvieto-and I’ve got two rooms.  The first is a combo kitchen-dining room-living room, while the second is a spacious bed room.  Its also got big windows with a lovely view of the buildings and sky and that let in plenty of clean fresh air.  Its not quite as big as the Berlin place, but its not too far off, and has all kinds of vibrant color.  Pics and video coming soon.  Serena, the hostess, is very pleasant, and said her brother serves a breakfast every day but Wednesday. 
My Italian is rusty and coming back relatively quickly.  I had a pleasant train ride from the airport with Antonio, an Italian doctor who confessed that he voted for Berlusconi, and with a French couple where the husband said he controls everything (I told him twice that was assuredly not how it works in our house!).   The couple and Antonio could generally understand each other speaking their native tongues-we dug into our respective political leaders, the global economy, and the ascendance of China-and I did help translate at a couple of points, which was fun.
Basically, to quote our dear friend, Maurice Lee, I’m thrilled, if a bit hungry and not quite sure if I’ll make it through dinner without planting my face in whatever course is up at the time.  
Life is rich!

2 responses to “Here in Orvieto

  1. Your Orvieto accommodations sound heavenly and your re-awakened Italian language skills impressive. Avanti.

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