The
chirping, warbling, and twitter of a variety of birds mingle with the clanks and clongs of far off sheep bells
and the intermittent barking of vigilant sheepdogs. These are the sounds that we hear outside our
window this beautiful Saturday morning in Sabina. Today is a special day, among many wonderful days, here in the Sabina. Today is the day that we meet face to face with some very special Facebook Friends: Clelia Angelelli and her partner Daniele Nicastrini, and Paola Zoppi and her husband Massimo Fidale.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Clelia grew up in Casperia in a house on Vicolo Serpenti. It was through my posting of a picture of that street on Facebook that we began a conversation on Facebook and became Facebook friends.
Today together we will walk the winding stone stairs of Casperia's
vie and vicoli (streets and alleys) and get to see this town through Clelia's eyes...
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Clelia grew up in Casperia in a house on Vicolo Serpenti. It was through my posting of a picture of that street on Facebook that we began a conversation on Facebook and became Facebook friends.
Childhood memories of Casperia - Photos courtesy of Clelia Angelelli |
Today, we finally got to meet face to face with two more friends we have met through Faceboo: Clelia Angelelli and Paola Zoppi and their partners Daniele and Massimo. Yesterday was Clelia Angelelli's birthday, so we thought we should celebrate by getting a cake from her favourite bakery Figlii Giusti which is just outside the town gate. We ordered the cake yesterday. This morning, we stocked up on salami, prosciutto, and Prosecco at the alimentari to add to the ricotta al forno and pecorino we bought at the Ecofattorie Sabino in Poggio Mirteto Scalo a couple of days before.
Because we flew standby we were limited to carry-on luggage and therefore limited in the gifts we were able to bring... We had brought some maple syrup for both Clelia and Paola, but as it was Clelia's birthday I had brought some silk coasters with pictures of cats on them (Clelia is as cat crazy as we are) and Richard bought her some 3D cat playing cards. Also since Clelia was born here in Casperia, but has not lived here since childhood, we thought we should present her with some Sabina D.O.P. extra virgin olive oil, just in case she had car trouble on the way home to Vetralla ; ) Our friends from the Sabina have commented on Facebook that if we had had some Sabina D.O.P. with us the day we returned the rent-a-car to Roma, that there would have been no car problems. : )
Clelia and her friends were to arrive at 11:00, so I went down to the town gate to meet them, while Richard put out our snacks and Prosecco in the garden outside the house. As I came out the gate I could see Clelia waving with Danielle at her side. With a hug and a kiss we ended our virtual relationship and embarked on the next exciting phase of our friendship. Paola and her husband Massimo suddenly appeared from the door of the bakery. There were more hugs and kisses, and then off we went up the many stairs of Casperia...
The road to Il Sogno courtesy of Giorgio Clementi |
Richard, Candace and I coming up to the garden with the food - A special moment in time captured by Massimo Fidale |
Facebook friends? - By this time we knew we were more than that... |
We finished one bottle of Prosecco and I was about to open another when the cork exploded when I had the bottle held between my legs. There was Prosecco everywhere. In the split second of stunned surprise I felt—before I could feel any embarrassment—everyone started reaching out with their hands for the Prosecco spewing forth from the bottle and started patting each other on the face—for good luck!!! Apparently what happened was a good omen. And the day just progressed in happiness, good spirits and laughter from that moment on.
We exchanged our gifts in the garden. Clelia brought me a book of Italian cat
photos...
...and she brought Richard a collection of Tiziano Ferro songs on cd.
Clelia, me, Paola, Daniele and Massimo |
We were also
presented with good luck peperoncino (red chili pepper) decorations—Italian Viagra—Massimo said. Paola and Massimo also had birthday gifts for Clelia.
We finished our snacks and prosecco and then started a bit of a walk down memory lane with Clelia. We visited Vicolo Serpenti where she grew up.
Walking down Vicolo Serpenti |
When Clelia was a little girl, the door to her house was to the left of the door we see now. |
We took a number of photos in front of her old house in different combinations...
Clelia and Paola - Bellissime! |
She pointed to
various doors and windows, explaining that "This was where they kept the grain"...
"This was where the rabbit hutch was", "This was where the vegetables and
chestnuts were kept", "That window was the kitchen" and "That was the balcony upon
which I stood and had my picture taken as a little girl."
"This was where
the front door was," and "This was where the outdoor oven was for baking bread."
Earlier, enroute to our house she had pointed out the milk shop, the fruit shop and other businesses that used to exist inside the town walls but which have since all moved outside.
It was a wonderful experience to see Casperia through Clelia's
eyes. I ran back to the house to pick up the cake while everyone else continued
on the tour.
We met up at Friends Cafe for a wonderful lunch with more wine,
lots of stories, and lots and lots of laughs.
I can't believe it.... Richard and Daniele are tap dancing together.
Finally it was cake time.
Here is a short video of the toast after the cake was brought out...
The people at Figlii Giusti made a truly magnificent cake, as delicious as it was beautiful. Stefano produced a bottle of Prosecco. It was perfect.
Stefano's son Federico joined the party.
Federico!!! |
There was cake for everyone... even for the family of English tourists at the next table.
From time to time people would break off into smaller groups to talk by the wall while Clelia would have a smoke.
I notice Richard and Massimo talking by
the wall. Their happy animated profiles made me grab the camera.
I took quite a few photos... What incredible memories we are making. Sadly our time together had to come to an end.
We walked slowly down to the parking lot where we took a
number of photos and promised we would see each other again before we left.
What a day. What amazing people. We are truly blessed.
We made our way up the stairs to Il Sogno talking all the way about the many happy events of our day. We had smiled and laughed so much during the day that our face muscles ached! We are two very lucky guys. And our vacation is not even half over...
As I write this, Candace and Richard are happily chatting in the kitchen. I have served up a plate of salami and cheese for everyone and I have been presented with a glass of Orvieto Classico Secco in return.
The IPad has just made a funny noise and a little notice came up to say my father was on Skype. I pressed the button to start a video call and spent ten minutes talking to my Mom and Dad in Vancouver, telling them about our day. It was so great to hear their voices and to be able to reassure them that we are okay and that the people here are so wonderful and kind to us.
I love this picture of Clelia... it truly captures her wonderful spirit |
Post from Clelia: Che dire....uno splendido compleanno per Tutti i Vostri Auguri....per la splendida giornata nella mia Casperia con meravigliose persone....tanti regali, foto e un pranzo con fine torta per regalo e prosecco...♥
Post from Paola: Non
dire gatto se non l'hai nel sacco!!!!!!
Today
I am reminded of the power of photography. It was this photo that I posted on Facebook a long while ago that lead a
lady who lived far away across the ocean to recognize the little alley or vicolo as the street she lived in as a
child in Casperia. Her comment on the photo began a dialogue which, over these
past months, became a connection and an online friendship, which today blossomed
into some intense connections among seven people who only a while ago were
strangers to one other. What a miracle!
I can't remember the expression exactly, but I am reminded of the story about the power a single pebble has when it is tossed into a quiet pond. You can never tell how far the ripple caused by that pebble will go, or what it may affect. Today was another wonderful day for which I am exceedingly grateful. Thank you. Grazie.
I can't remember the expression exactly, but I am reminded of the story about the power a single pebble has when it is tossed into a quiet pond. You can never tell how far the ripple caused by that pebble will go, or what it may affect. Today was another wonderful day for which I am exceedingly grateful. Thank you. Grazie.
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