A walk in the woods...

Today after work I went on a foraging class that was being held for the guests staying at Petraia this week. Giuliano was our fearless leader as we trekked into the chestnut forest on Petraia's land.

Giuliano knows alot about this forest...he did his thesis on it when he was in university. It's amazing what he knows about the forest and about the history of Petraia. Here are some crazy facts about Petraia:

  • Petraia was settled 2000 years ago when the Etruscan's made a village on one of the hills. There are now ruins where their village used to be.
  • The house that is still standing today was probably built in the year 1100. What!??! Is that not crazy!
  • Up until 50 years ago 'peasants' still farmed Petraia and all of Italy...the system was still that the Property Owner recieved half of what the farmer made...but the farmer had to buy all of his own supplies, etc. So, the farmer was always in debt and the owner kept the books so the farmer had no idea where he stood financially. That is from the Middle Ages...but this law was only abolished in 1950!!

Giuliano told as a lot more...sadly, those were the only things I can really remember. Oh jeez, I'm getting old.

The walk through the forest was beautiful. There are many old, old chestnut trees, but this one is extra special...it's 5oo years old and has a cavity:

It was amazing. That's me standing on my tippy toes!

We talked about mushrooms, wild berries, wild boars, and wild greens...but the most talked about thing was the wild cherries. They were everywhere, and the trees were heavy with fruit.

The only problem is the trees are really tall and so the cherries turn a rosy red and then taunt you, 'cause there is no way you're getting them with out some kind of machinary.

We found a couple on the ground and they were delicious.

Giuliano and Michael were especially angered by the taunting cherries and tried their hardest to reach some...I told Giuliano to use his "Italian Intelligence" (his words) but it was hopeless. The birds will be very happy.

It was so neat to walk around the forest and listen to what Giuliano knew and hear the history of Petraia...it is simply unbelieveable.

Sad news...

This was where I was going to post my Taco night adventures...alas today's work schedule was changed and it ain't gonna happen. I'm taking the rest of this day off to mourn.

Another Friday Adventure...

Remember two fridays ago when I went to pick up bees for Petraia? Well, last Friday was another Petraia adventure...to Greve in Chianti to pick up some wine at this enoteca. An enoteca is a wine shop that specializes in regional wines. I went with Marco (Petraia farm manage) and Samule (server). This enoteca was underground, felt very medieval, and was FULL of wine. Ant, I thought of you the whole time....I even had this gift picked out for you. But 200 euros was a little out of my price range!They have a number of tasting stations where you insert a card you purchased at the front desk (for 10, 15, 20, or 25 euros) and are able to taste a ton of different wines.We went to the enoteca with the purpose of buying biodynamic wines, they only had two, but Marco (who knows ALOT about wine) said that they were two of the best biodynamic wines he's tasted.
There was a lot of this going on:

It was intersting to watch Marco and Samule...but it was hard because it was all in Italian and so I had no clue what was going on.

That was okay though, I wandered around the enoteca and found these corks:Imagine the cork board you could make with all of those!

And this really old crate of really dusty wines:

I love these adventures, I have been able to go to the most interesting places and see the most unique and wonderful things!

Eek! It's been a week!

I'm back. That was a brief and unexplainable hiatus. But here I am again. And it's Sunday. It's thunderstorming outside...a delicious down pour with cracking thunder. I combatted the gray skies by dancing to La Bamba and by making Onion Bread.
This past week has flown by....and I have a feeling the next three will as well. Everyday I have a few little countdowns that I wake up thinking about. This morning it went like this: "21 days till my birthday party. 22 days till my birthday. 23 days till I'm back in Canada. 1 sleep till taco night."
Now, I have to go shape my bread....I'll let you know how it turns out!

Happy June 1st!

There are so many wonderful things about the month of June, so many that they deserve a list:
Some of the wonderful things about June:
  1. It is the gateway into the summer months and therefore holds a lot of anticipation.
  2. I was born in June. (You knew that one was coming, didn't you!)
  3. The Sun is up early...so I don't need to turn lights on when I'm up at 5:30am
  4. This year June is an especially special month because it is my last month in Tuscany, and I'm going to soak every bit of it up.

And there is one good thing about June when its done...because when June is done and July 1st comes along it means I will be back in Manitoba, but lets save that for the wonderful things about July, because you really shouldn't think about rushing through June just to get to July. At least that's what my Ma says (I believe her...it's just easier in theory).

What do you think is wonderful about June?

Bees

On Friday I went with Marco and Lindsay to get bees for Petraia. I love honey, which means I love bees. I was excited! Petraia had 7 families and in the last year 6 of them died...this is all part of the world-wide bee crisis. Petraia searched far and wide to find some new bees and finally a couple weeks ago they found some just 40 minutes away!
Here are the bee men:
Growing up we had bees on the farm, but because of my lack of memory the only thing I can recall about the bees was the feeling of sucking honey out of the combs. It was delcious. They let us try some of the honey here but it wasn't the same feeling as I remember from being a kid, although it was still yummy.

The two guys were really excited about having two Canadian's visiting and gave us a tour as well as many photo opportunities.
Here is the Queen:
She's kinda hard to see. But she's near the top corner and looks bigger than the rest of them.
These are natural combs that the bees made. This is a new family.

After we loaded up the six full hives we drove back to Petraia and placed the bees to their new home. It was another really fun experience. I have been able to experience such amazing things by coming to Petraia and can't wait for one more month of them! (Yes that's right, the countdown has begun!)

Brenda's last night...

Brenda is gone. She left at 3:30 am this morning to take the Autostrada back to Rome and then hopped a plane to Canada. But before that we spent one last night together in Tuscany. I'm pretty sure I'll never forget it.
I got home from work at 6:00 and we (Brenda, Tobey, Tobey's Mom, and I) started off on an adventure. Which of course, as all good adventures do, began at Zagara's. The main purpose being to order pizzas for supper. But we fueled up on coffees and sparkling water while we were there. We told Antonio that we'd be back at 8:30 to pick up the pizzas.
Then on our way to gelato (how could we not have gelato on her last day...doesn't that go against every rule?) we stopped at co-op where Tobey picked up peaches for peach cobbler (oh you thought the gelato was dessert? Oh no, no, no! That was a snack).

The gelato was amazing, like always. I had two. And technically Brenda had two too, one with us and one in Siena earlier in the day. Oh, and we also took some gelato with us, you know, to go with the cobbler.

We were all blissed out on gelato and didn't realize we had 15 minutes to do a 30 minute drive to get to our pizza's on time. We panicked. Well, Tobey and I did. So we took off. We made it to Zagara's just as the pizza's were coming out of the oven.
That's Antonio. I feel confident saying he is the World's best pizza maker. I can't even handle it. It's ridiculous. There were 5 pizzas and we were going to be 5 people. So, yes, that's one whole pizza each.

Over the course of 3 hours we ate 5 pizzas, peach cobbler, and gelato for the third time in a day. We were delirious with happiness. It was the perfect send-off.

I said goodbye to Brenda at 12:00 am as we stood together looking out at Massa and all the twinkling lights in the Arno valley. Never before have I ever felt so present in a moment. Brenda beside me, Antonio's pizza inside me, and beautiful Tuscany all around me...this is my life. Thank you Brenda for coming...for 2 weeks Italy was more sparkly and shiny than usual.