HomelandApr 11, 2011
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| Padova to Postregna Today was always going to be big, not so much in terms of distance but rather because it was the children’s inaugral visit to their namesake town. Though I’m not sure if they really understood the concept at first by the evening as they tucked themselves into bed and slept like they had not for the entire holiday I had to wonder if perhaps they felt they were ‘home’. Waking in Padova we decided to skip the hotel breakfast and opted to eat in the piazza. We munched pastries and sipped hot chocolate/latte gazing at the view but it wasn’t all idyllic as suddenly each child realized their croissant was full of apricot jam – one by one they were returned to the plate. Lucky the hot chocs were good, doh !bitter – but nothing a sachet of sugar couldn’t fix. Now it was time to hit the road. So far we had been very good about directions but this morning was to prove challenging. An hour after we had set off the Autostrade and the Auto Grill were still eluding us. Damn. We found the towns of …, …, …. Tired and a little nervous we pulled into Teresa’s place at the top of Postregna. It was just as picturesque as I remembered. The children loved the space and the grass and the swinging lounge chair and immediately started playing as if they were at home. They were even more excited to find they would be sleeping in the attic space. Even though we had just snacked at the Auto grill, Teresa made us roast pork and mashed potato on the terrace with vegies from the garden and her homemade apple cake. Orson was thrilled to be offered coca cola and didn’t know what was better all the lizards in the garden or the fact he could have as much food as he wanted. We decided instantly to stay the extra night here. We put on a load of washing, unpacked and settled in. The kids played in the garden then we headed for Cividale to fetch supplies. We learned quickly that riposa meant nothing was open, we had a walk around the old part of town but could not find much that bucked the trend. We ended up at the supermarket just out of town where we got some fruit, yogurt and cereal. When we got back Teresa prepared pasta with tuna plus a cheese and cold meat selection followed by sugared strawberries, all went sour when she put parmesan cheese atop Hugo’s meal (she never made this mistake again). It was a fairly early evening, meaning I fell asleep before the kids but it was a good feeling to know we would not be moving again for a while. |
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