Wednesday, we did some shopping at a couple of special stores for things (like olive oil and wine) to take home. Dinner that evening was a wonderful swordfish steak that Burt grilled. The fresh seafood that one can get here is amazing!
Thursday we went back to Arezzo to again see the film presentation called “The Ages of Gold.” This was a study in Piero della Francesca’s jewelry items that were in his murals and paintings. The artist had constructed jewelry pieces that were on display, along with the film presentation showing the relationships between the paintings and the pieces of jewelry. We had already seen this before we had seen any of the Piero paintings, but it was even more meaningful after we had seen them.
That evening we had abbacchio (baby lamb with its kidney), beans and salad. For dessert we had Nocino, the walnut liquor that we bought at LaVerna, made by the monks. We managed to find another bottle in Arezzo to bring home.
People here are not expecting tourists, so we got many curious looks while we sauntered with our cameras.
Saturday was a ‘clean-up and organize’ day. We did look in on the antique sidewalk sale in Soci, and I will confess to buying six pretty martini glasses. Luckily we found some bubble wrap by the dumpster (I think somebody got a new mattress!) so we could wrap up our wine bottles and olive oil bottles, along with my new glasses to take home. We also brought over a few groceries to Roberta’s that were left over and said ‘arrivederci’ to the family.
Saturday night we again went to Soci to get a pizza, and found that our usual parking lot had been made into a ‘racetrack’ for kids on their motorscooters. They were just finishing up their week long ‘fest.’
Sunday morning we finished our ‘house closing’ duties, had a cappuccino and corneto in the local coffee bar and took off for Rome. We had a dickens of a time getting to the Airport Hilton where we were going to stay overnight; we could see it, but couldn’t find the driveway! After driving around and around we finally managed. Turning in the car went more smoothly.
Then there was a big rigamarole for getting on the plane: A shuttle bus to Terminal Five; a line for checking in; a line for passport control; a line for checking bags; a line for security; a shuttle bus to go to the gate; another line for passport control (again); and another shuttle bus to get on the plane! The long (10-hour) direct flight home was fine, and Claire picked us up at the airport.