After the popularity of Rome it was time for something a little quieter. Kel had booked Agriturismo Ferrari, or so she hoped. Communication had been sketchy, thus we were relieved when we appeared to be expected. The drive was "interesting" involving quite a few switchbacks on roads wide enough for one car at best. Unfortunately the venue was hosting a party on our arrival day (and the next day) thus we had to eat out in the small nearby village of Dipignano. This led to the best meal of the trip so far, when on night two the small restaurant we found had no menu, no english speakers, some delicious pasta, and a bottle of Amaro to finish. No bill was produced but somehow 80 Euro's was decided on. Some Class A ordering from Kel in Italian resulted in mostly what we expected.
The days were spent playing soccer on the the large grassy slope near the house, in the pool, or reading. No wifi, and only Italian TV reduced the screen time. Goats, and cows caused the odd interruption to play on the soccer pitch, and exact final scores are still debated.
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