30th of March 2009
My last day when I wake up in the beautiful but cold vecinity of the Abruzzo mountains. For the last two weeks I've been living in a house up in the hills of the small village of Pescosolido with no electricity, heating, gas or hot water. Not for long compared with the resident volunteer, Gunther Hertzog who's been there one month before me, but still enough to make me yearn for a hot shower. And today is the day when I'll take one but on another farm. Today is the day when I leave for the "agriturismo" farm "La Canestra". In a few minutes after breakfast I will say goodbye to Gunther and Anna, the austro-swiss volunteer that joined us for a few days into the wild, and start hitchhiking to "La Canestra" which is close to the town of L'Aquila and the Grand Sasso National Park. A day later after fast rides with hitchhiking, less than a minute waiting, few earthquakes in L'Aquila and dinner with Luisa, my contact for "La Canestra", I'm writing a draft from bed on the farm (actually by the time this message arrives online it would have passed through Luisa's laptop first).
"La Canestra" is a Italian family run agriturismo and school farm smack down in the National Park of Gran Sasso and the Mountain of the Lake (Parco Nazionale del Gran Sasso e Monti della Laga). First impressions when I arrived here last nigh couldn't have been better. Luisa, our young coordinator, the only person not part of the family drove me and Lindsay, the American volunteer to "La Canestra" late in the night and gave us a quick tour before we went to bed in one of the agriturismo's rooms, room #3. All of us were tired and didn't have time to soak in every wonderfu little detail that gives the place a sense of tranquility and ancient beaty. But as I write I can't wait for Lindsay to wake up so we can go meet the family and start our day. If the family is half as welcoming and warm as Luisa than I'll have a hard time parting with them after just one month here. Come on Lindsay, wake up! Even though I hitchhiked from Pescosolido to L'Aquila, experienced the earthquakes during the day and spent my time at the dinner table with Luisa, her friends and family trying to deschipher as much Italian as possible I'm sure she is allot more tired. It's only undestandable she's so tired: she arrived in L'Aquila at 11:30 after a delayed 5 hour bus drive from Florence. Prior to that she was telling me she didn't sleep much because she needed to organise her luggage.
Radu Burtescu - Romania, Constanta
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