In our daily life, that is. Hurricane Olivia was our terrific excuse. We may have abandoned mostly our birth country for now, but certain things, like checking accounts, language between us at home, and, oh, our adult kids and a grandkid keep us tethered.
But stuff like regular employment and deep friendships get in the way. So, big bunch of small hot peppers? Oat milk, ditto. Restock coffee supply? A visit to a regular supermarket is like going to an Eataly in the U. But no. She can eat pasta and bread and pizza here, no problem. Anyone have an idea why? Liv and Al took two weeks of their valuable time off, so instead of sitting at home admiring the view we had to put on our tour guide hats and see stuff around this splendid little region.
I dropped them off so they could wander around without us old people slowing them down. Despite the nasty weather, they dropped into their favorite places, Al at the porchetta stand on Piazza Matteotti , and the two of them for artisanal gelato with flavors like gorgonzola and honey at Lick closed for vacation until 7 December. Last year we spent a rain-drenched day in Foligno. Until then that small city was just a railroad station where we had to change for the Perugia branch line.
Knowing that we were going to be in Foligno long enough to have lunch, I started to surf the Web for suggestions, and ran into the service The Fork. You can leave a note for the restaurant when you reserve, and I asked if it was okay to bring our dog.
Most restaurants here are dog-friendly, but it never hurts to ask. Below, lunch at Fish Easy, with Niko hoping something falls off the table. The proprietor made good on his promise. Niko was our calling card, and as soon as he saw Niko leading the way, he knew it was our party of four. Another day, we took advantage of the fine weather and drove across the region to the city of Orvieto, famed for its delicious white wine and its incredible Italian Gothic cathedral.
