31th of March 2009
On this day we were introduced to the family, farm and even though it rained in small short bursts we still got time to do some work and explore. The day started late at about 12 but we still had an incredible breakfast prepared by Noemi, the oldest daugther and the only one of the three children who work at the farm. She surprised us with warm milk, coffee, cocoa, honey, gem tart (caringa), cake (ceambelone). I wrote the Italian names as well because Luisa was near me for breakfast today (1st) and we had the same, along with liqueur cake with chocolate filling and oat meal with warm milk and apple. The chocolate cake was made by a family friend, Roberto that came for dinner with his wife,Amelia.
During the day I got to work with Pepe, the father at digging holes for a fence and got to see Bruna, the mother cooking. She agreed to sharing some of her recipes on the blog and if enough people are interested I will start posting one recipe a day.
In the evening after the wonderful dinner (with the wonderful cake) with the whole family and the two family friends, Roberto and Amelia we all gathered around the fireplace and learned how to make baskets from Pio with the branches that the three of us, Lindsey, me and Pio picked during the day from around the region. I'll have to continue on working on my basket in the following days.
Radu Burtescu - Romania, Constanta
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
"La Canestra" Agriturismo and school farm - first impression
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
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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