Twenty-two days of one journey. Day Eleven
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There is a middle-aged couple from Northern Ireland in the next apartment, he is from Algeria, speaking, probably, all European languages. Yesterday he spoke with the Italians, at home with his companion in English, with us quite well in Russian. From him they learned about the background of the ongoing festival in the village. A good guy, he knows how to drink vodka.
This "exhorter" was built with funds from the festival:
On the outskirts of the village, at the entrance, there is a restaurant (the real one), and there is a small shop in it, which was empty, like in the early 90s in our stores - only what is needed and in the required quantity is imported. So you have to go to the valley, to a big store. We go to the car, on the left along the way like this:
Choosing a haven instead of Caldana, I almost booked a hotel room, which is located in a thousand-year-old castle, which has been privately owned by the Malaspina family for the last seven hundred years. This is Fosdinovo Castle (Castello Malaspina), which is very close - 3 km up the road, 100 m above us, but already in the Tuscany region. That's where we went. Here is a screenshot of Google maps showing our route:
But he cannot convey driving emotions, Transfegerash is resting! We drove around the castle three times in search of a free place, then began to wait, and when four buses with tourists and several cars arrived at once, we decided not to waste time and drove further up to the rocks of the Apuan Alps, incredibly winding and banishing goosebumps from the skin that constantly appear when looking into the abyss or when driving with an oncoming car. It was because of the large number of tourists that I did not book a room there. And the room was not easy, Dante Alighieri once lived in it - this was the site astellodifosdinovo. it/it/museo.
Even the navigator froze in amazement, the signal disappeared and we no longer knew where to go. The smartphone led to the city of Sarzana (Sarzana), and it was easy to find a Lidl supermarket. . .
. . . where they made the main purchase in the amount of 47.76 euros. Conducting a preliminary inspection of the products offered, we came to the conclusion that borscht does not “shine” for us - cabbage, beets, potatoes, peppers were stolen exhibits from the Tussauds Museum. I remembered our very old friend Aunt Klava from Odessa Privoz, who sold vegetables, our market in Kyiv and vegetable departments in stores. In the small "frutta e verdure" the situation is better, but they did not look for them. We concluded: without Kherson peppers and tomatoes, without Nizhyn cucumbers and cabbage, without Melitopol cherries and Odessa grapes, Europe will not last long. You can eat watermelons for 2 euros / kg the size of a child's head, but there are no such ones as I once collected on melons near Skadovsk in Italy. In this sense, they need us more than they need us. Everything else can be safely taken from the shelves and consumed, even if it is not clear what.
The myriad of semi-finished meat products completely confused us - they took two packages of sausages, a little minced meat for cutlets, about six chicken legs and something else - only twenty-five items for the first, second, third, etc. dishes, a pack of ground coffee. There was also a small purchase, which, together with yesterday's and today's, emptied the wallet by a maximum of 70 euros - it was enough for five days, and there is more left for the next generation. The conclusion is as follows: 100 euros for a week for two, with self-cooking, is quite enough, with wine, one glass a day.
You can rent a house on subito. it or another resource for 200-300 euros per week. Count, think. Chicken soup, cutlets, baked fish were cooked in three hours and sent to the refrigerator. Breakfast - scrambled eggs, cereal with milk, pastries, yogurt, coffee - it's fast. Apartments are very good, and good apartments are even better! We didn’t go to shops anymore, only to drink espresso at a local restaurant, here I am powerless - I will never be able to cook it like that (you need the right coffee machine).
On the way back we stopped a couple of times - it was a pretty village on a hill. . .
. . . that fence. . .
. . . enclosing the property of the priest Baracchini overlooking Castelnuovo Magra. . .
. . . (we'll be there again). There was something else, but more insignificant than these events I have described. Well, as it is. Tomorrow we are going to interesting places.
Saw this at night
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