wine box
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That night we had the first of seven delicious home cooked supers of pasta al ragu and steak with grilled eggplant (or if you are Ruby, our token Scott, it’s an aubigine…comically we found it fascinating, and Ruby found it annoying, all the differences between British and American English. For example, the trunk of a car is called the boot in England). Every night we enjoyed wine from the castle that was produced locally. We even got a tour of the wine factory at the base of the castle (I thought of you Dad). I was blown away by the size of the vats and bins. Here is a photo of the wine-labeling machine. I ended up growing found of Chianti wine, at least the less pungent ones and bought a couple bottles on the last day.
Our hikes were nowhere near as strenuous as I thought they would be. Our longest one was an hour and a half long up hill. The heat was sometimes more of our enemy than incline, but we took many stops so Marcia could catch her breath and we could take pictures. Here are only some of my favorites:
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