352 days in a borgo

It was a great adventure, driving down to Italy with everything we owned in a truck to follow. Us and the dog, we did not know if it would work. Would we stay for more than a year? Would we ever come back? Was life in the Umbrian countryside right for us, who knows. You just have to give it a go and see what happens, life is just one big adventure. It’s not how many years you have lived its how much life in those years.

This is just fragments it time from our adventure.

Life in an Italian borgo.. 352 days

Chopping wood in the canteena

It was not all lazy days in the sun, I kept getting told make sure you have the wood for the fire and to cook. I can tell you there is nothing better than cooking a pork chop over the open fire in the kitchen.

We spent many winters nights in front of the fire listening to the radio with a glass of wine it was a very simple way to live.
Damp misty mornings walking the dog Big T
Now in the summer
Alfresco
Hanging out
The view from the house was amazing
The barrel was also used at Christmas for a nativity scene
On ya bike
This was a day of 40c heat
Todi on a sunny afternoon
The rise of the sun flower
Loved this shop sadly now gone I believe
Early morning summer dog walks
Morning Coffee coffe overlooking the Ubrian countryside
Sunset on steps
One from our dog walks
Albano the blcksmith who lived opposit . Was once held at gun point my the Nazis
The bench was made by Albano he has since moved to northern Italy to be closer to his family now aged 93 and was still working
Terrys collection of sticks from his walks
Long and chilly winter months Jan 2024
Christmas in a borgo
Time for 5 a side
Unloved and unused, the bus never came
Anther one bites the dust, Notices of passing posted on the local board
An empty space in the winter
Swaying in the wind
Electrical mistical
Winter mornings can be hard
Sometime it felt like the place had been forgotten, like it was still the 1970s
The car on the left was from the very early 80s made by cycle manufacturing company Bianchi the fiat was pumped started down the hill most mornings.
Forzzzzza ” A private joke”
I don’t think she had ever traveled past the closet town
The after party left out to dry
The bus still has not arrived
From our chilli plants

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