March 23
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| Farfa Abbey photo courtesy of vagabondo.net |
I woke up surprisingly okay this
morning... Richard plans to avoid liqueurs and coffee after large dinners from now on... Ma,
Ricardo, sia corragioso! We are so glad you are all enjoying the travelogue. In these
48 hour Sabine days a lot can happen, and if we don't write it down right away memories
can be affected by the 48 course dinners!
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This morning we woke up with one mission
in mind... To make sure that the car we rented was safe to drive... We picked up a
car from an agency on Via Po in Roma. We were heading out of town and all of a
sudden there were lights flashing demanding we add or change the oil and take
the car in for some type of tune-up. This was exceedingly disconcerting... I had
visions of our gar engine bursting into flames on a deserted incline in the
middle of nowhere (Vi chiedo scusa) and that does not make for a relaxed drive on a
twisting narrow unfamiliar road in a foreign country, no matter how much you
love it.
This morning we headed out, thinking we would first check the oil to
see if we would be okay, but I wanted to take the car to the gas station across
from the alimentari. We had to pick up some plug adapters for our new cell
phones so we headed to the alimentari and explained our situation to Irene, one
of the owners. She recommended we head down the road to the Ford dealership for
more "certain" service, so we drove to the dealership, and we could not
have been in better hands.
Paolo, the manager, took us in hand and spent what
seemed to be an inordinate amount of time on his cell with the dealership in
Roma. He checked the oil and assured us that everything was okay... He told us that the
signal had more to do with an annual service requirement that anything
crucial... What a relief!
Again we were struck by how kind and friendly the people were in this part of
Italy. Reassured that la nostra machina non esploderà
mai we set out for Farfa
via Roccantica and Poggio Mirteto...
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| Roccantica courtesy of Giorgio Clementi |
However, road work blocked off the way to Poggio
Mirteto just before Poggio Catino, so we retraced our steps and headed west for
a bit to try a different road...
We passed through Poggio Mirteto and then came across a town I had learned
about through Giorgio Clementi's photos, Montopoli.
Each one of these
Sabinissimi hill towns each have their individual flavours... To assume that
Casperia is like Cantalupo is like Toffia, etc., is a huge mistake. Each have
different layouts and use different stones for their construction. Casperia for
instance, is a town of stairs. Ci sono scale dappertutto! But Montopoli's streets
and vicoli were paved with basalt cobbles that rise as a gentle slope instead of
steps. I think Richard agrees with me that Montopoli was one of our favourite
hill towns yet visited.
There was a lot of public art around, and the main
piazza with its waterless fountain was one of the most evocative we had seen so
far. We had a great conversation with a nonno taking the sun in the piazza
about the fountain and how his ancestors went all the way back to the Sabines
whose wives and daughters were kidnapped by Romulus' ancient Romans. Here we
were face to face with the proud Sabina legacy and identity.
We walked through the gently winding streets of Montopoli, taking pictures as we went.
There were no stairs here like in Casperia. Rather, the streets were all gently sloped.
Eventually we made our way to the top of the town where there was a beautiful piazza with a breathtaking view of Farfa and a number of other hill towns.
At the peak of the town is a 10th century watch tower, similar to the one we found in Casperia, but no where as tall as the landmark Lombard tower in Poggio Catino. Still, there is a great sense of history here.
We took our leave
of the centro storico and headed toward Farfa, but we were hungry and needed to
eat.
We stopped at a roadside pizzeria/ristorante called La Locanda...
...and
although it was not La Locanda di Cle', we felt the name was close enough to the
name of a dear friend Clelia's Facebook group that we stopped and had some really good Stringozzi
all'Amatriciana.
Refreshed and restored, we headed off toward the Abbey of Farfa.
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Farfa Abbey courtesy of Vagabondo.net
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Farfa is a
Benedictine Abbey that held sway over much of central Italy in the middle ages.
It sits on the lower slopes of a hill in Fara in Sabina. When we arrived it was
the siesta hour, so we headed off to a picnic area to rest. This is what I wrote
there:
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| Mi dispiace, Richard, ma questa foto dimostra quanto veramente pacifico è Farfa. |
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Could there be a more beautiful place on earth? We are resting in a little
picnic area above the Benedictine Abbey of Farfa in Fara in Sabina. From my
viewpoint I can see the church and towers of the old stone abbey. The colour of
the stones range through a complete vocabulary of sand tones, light greys,
pinks and light browns. The tiles of the roofs of the venerable abbey have
their own slightly darker but still muted spectrum.
The wind dances through the rustling branches of the umbrella pines, cypresses
and olive trees that dot the grounds of abbey. A choir of birds chirrup, coo,
and warble in the branches of the trees above us, including what I am sure must
be a few cuckoos.
Several hill towns perch upon the crests of the hills across the valley.
To the
north east is Montopoli with its Lombard tower... That is where we had
our
stringozzi lunch. Behind the Carolingian bell tower of the abbey, I see
Toffia
which I recognize from the albums of pictures posted on Facebook posted
by photographer Giorgio Clementi.
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Toffia, courtesy of Giorgio Clementi
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Between Montopoli and Toffia are two
other hill top towns. I don't know for sure, but they are most likely Salisano and Castelnuovo di Farfa with its olive oil museum. To my right, Richard sleeps on a
bench.
His intermittent gentle snores punctuate the bird song. The acrid
fragrance of wood smoke from farm fires permeates the air.
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Montopoli seen in the distance from behind an ancient olive tree at Farfa Abbey
This is a rich,
fertile valley. Olive trees climb the sage green slopes in ordered rows.
Vineyards and vegetable farms spread here and there. Farm and roadside houses
that line the winding country roads that link the chain of hilltop towns sport
ochres, orange, cream yellows, light greens and sometimes even pink. The region
is an artist's paradise.
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Farfa Abbey courtesy of Vagabondo.net
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After a tour of the abbey church and a visit to the apothecary shop where we
bought a number of soaps, we headed home.
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Shops along the main road to Farfa Abbey. The highlight of our visit was the linen shop...
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On the way we stopped to tour the
hilltop town of Bocchignano. Bocchignano is a charming frazione or hamlet (component subdivision) of Montopoli.
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Canadians may not be too common in Bocchignano.
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This cat seemed very curious to see us
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The
highlight of our visit was seeing a shepherd and his dogs expertly herding his
large flock of sheep down the hill where they had been grazing back to the farm. The
view reminded me of a pachinko game or pinball machine, but instead of steel balls flowing through
the various set decline routes, it was bleating very wooley Sabine sheep.
We finally got back to Casperia around six. We dropped into the alimentari and
bought bananas, some produce and black olives, and headed up the hill to Friends'
Caffe' where we had a couple of Negronis and some of the most delicious
bruschette ever.
Here are three video segments from our time at Friends'. Listen for the church bells in the second video.
Over and over we have been reminded of the fact that it is
often the most simple and honest food that is the most delicious.... Toasted
homemade bread, drizzled with intensely fruity, grassy, peppery extra
virgin olive oil can be the best food on the planet, especially if it is D.O.P.
Extra Virgin Olive Oil from the Sabina.
A Facebook post from our friend Alessandra
Dice il proverbio "La vita è
fatta a scale, chi le scende e chi le sale". James le scende e le sale,
tutti i giorni, più volte al giorno. Un applauso!
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