Now, I forgot an important detail. When we arrived on Thursday, the owners of Casi di Sotto had arranged, at our request, to have a deeper well drilled so that we could work on landscaping and plans for the pool while I am here. The equipment was impressive (inspiring dire consequences to the child who played on or near it), and although it was planned to have the well completed before we arrived, they were still working on Friday, and nothing really happened over the weekend. The new well goes down to 200 meters, so we are all excited, but the kids want the temporary pool set up, so we spend the weekend buying a truckload of water for the pool, and we all get a chance to cool off.
Before I go further, I should point out that these are the adventures that novels like "Under the Tuscan Sun" are made of…..the Italians, as do many European cultures, have a way of dragging things out until the only way to deal with it is to shrug, open a bottle of wine and say, "force domani..." (maybe tomorrow...).
So on Monday, as we discover that they have not found the water that they had hoped for. All is on hold today while the well-guy figures out what to do and how to get paid (given that he has a guarantee to meet!). This, my friends, is part one of a 6-week saga. Since I am writing this post-trip (the Internet issue was never resolved), I will say at this time that the new well is now running strong and clear. But it is a shame to pass up this storyJ
So, the well-guys destroy and leave. Our well-tended garden will have to wait. With a shrug. And a…"a domani" (tomorrow). Hah!
Also on this day…we go into Castellina for an errand….I have to meet with my banker. The guys find a butcher, and we girls buy rucola (arugula), parmeasano (du h) and various other sundries. When we get home we make a fantastic Tagliata di Manzo on a bed of rucola with shaved parmesean. The trick, it seems, in grilling the meat, slicing it, and tossing it quickly in hot olive oil with garlic. Wow.
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