Presagnol Here we are at. There is none. Can it be the wrong day, or at least the wrong time? are ten twenty am and should already be the landlord, but the "dirty" is closed, the door is closed and the windows and there is no car. Richard Grace, and they look puzzled.
No, the day is the right one, but then we understood each other and the landlord will come after lunch. And for lunch? Either you or jump down into the valley until Corteno.
Fortunately it was a minor delay due to the purchase of food for two days.
been ten minutes, the time to hoist the flags and take the side of the highway with the bolt on the lily Asci, indicating the way forward, and here comes Silvano and Chiara with Stefania.
Not too long after arriving too Tony and Adriana. Arriva
Mark, the nephew of Clare, who lives in Pilzone him well. He is tall and thin, then you will understand why thin, since they do not eat almost anything. He's a reserved and dedicated most of his time to sound reading of a book written by Lucia, who today can not be with us.
Everything back to normal.
We begin to think of a snack, just to accept, just to appease the appetite, which gives us a sense of being at high altitude. Said and done: they appear cold cuts, cheese, dry wine, sparkling and even on the cake with jelly and fruit.
This is left until last, because in the meantime, eating eating, has matured and is noon having to cook a good pasta, especially if it's a good carbonara.
The day is not entirely promising, even if the sun beats down. There are ominous clouds on the horizon that run. Maybe they want to prove that for once who appears on video to make the weather we got it when he told us of possible rain.
fix everything. There shall be burning in anticipation of having to cook outdoors, sull'abi-tual tripod.
And in the middle of the afternoon also appears black with Eli and Julia. But even with Diana whose name already says it all. The poor Spiff, the dog Silvanus, breaks loose, and not only wants to play. Is put to the "tools" and its parentheses festive end.
Fits the tent. You never know who could use it without problems.
Silvano has been prepared by Stefania sign a big and colorful. Maybe he thinks that us old scout we lost all sense of direction and the ability to track and locate a sign smaller. You may be right, and then you go to put on the side of the highway next to each other.
A walk around, just to stretch our legs and it is already evening. Although
gorged by noon, you prepare the extension table with trestles and boards to make room for the last to arrive.
The fireplace is on. It's always nice to see the flame of the fireplace, and then used for cooking the kebabs and sausage and all that ... yet you want.
not want to eat much, but our chef always has an ace in the hole that leads to an increase in our weight.
Pasta with seafood, shrimp, squid and more. Difficult to refuse.
followed by fillets of trout tasty as you can not finish.
appears a new cake, pie, half peach and half of blueberries. Although it is full, it never completely filled. And although there has been given to drink, you have not ever at all.
The hats are proudly displayed along with the scarves. We will never forget, even in cases informal, to be Scouts.
begins to rain and then you give up sleep in tents, afraid to break out a real storm. It would be nothing to worry about were it not that the place where you can pitch your tent is a recess in the ground that could well become a lake, and spend the night soaking wet and floating on mats is not the best. A healthy
chat closes the evening and we retire in bed, or rather in my sleeping bag.
raining all night and still raining, although it is never time. The ticking of the water that falls on the roof accompanies our sleep.
It's hot, sweat almost all so unbelievable and out of sleep or sleeping bag or barely covered.
At half past seven in the morning we begin down on the ground floor to prepare for the new day. This new device
the table (but why you always think the table?) For breakfast. The milk jug is beside the coffee and croissants in the oven.
All right, including the remainder of fruit tart. There are only the patrons who slowly leave the bed and come with eyes still full of sleep. A good coffee
refreshes the mind and the alarm sounds.
The table is expanded even more, waiting to come all the others. There
prepares for the flag raising that takes place in the usual way scouts, singing Fratelli d'Italy and ending shouting three times "San Giorgio" crying every time you answer "Italy".
come and Luis Fausto. Fausto is also affected by the pain he can not share and help but devote just a sandwich with mortadella and a healthy glass of white wine. After a quick huddle
you go on a walk to the end of the valley. There will be decided in connection time, whether to continue making the rounds across the valley or back, albeit by another route. The second scenario prevails, because it's not too soon.
Flowers, flowers everywhere. Of all types and colors. Abounds in particular historia, a typical flower of the most humid areas. Back to
Presagnol already see that the kettle for polenta is on fire and are scrambling around to Giancarlo, Flavio and Toni.
Ottavio looks at sly and is actively involved with his moral support. Gabri complains of not arriving in time to participate in the walk. Alex chats with Stephen.
Ottavio led as always "scout cake." He also led our flagpole. Because the lily is above our Asci, do just that for our group, since the headquarters at the time did not think of shopping for the mold.
We almost everyone. There are only Fabian and Leah who gave some to their presence to the south.
The scent of roasted shank fills the air. He had already been partially cooked the day before, and now receives the final touch.
Meanwhile, the fireplace does his duty and are cooked sausage and kebabs. Anticipate a good salamis sliced \u200b\u200bopen on the table come accompanied by glasses and more. Lia and Fabio
come, punctual to the time and who had given time for a drink ..
share, the clear air after the night rain, the walk and time, do their part. Little is to save what was taken out, although we expect shank and polenta. Above all, we had to quell the problem of thirst, because the bottles contain little.
everybody at the table, we are in the wind, a good number. Polenta
shin and run on tables, precipitate in the plates, they disappear into the mouth of those present them with a taste ... taste.
Unfortunately, our day will be the football game then that will promote the national team in first place in the world. At this moment we can not yet know, even if we dream, but above all there are those who thrills to go away and get home in time to watch the game.
The departure is a duty in this case. We must arrive in time to "cheer" even though we are not all followers of football.
Some pictures in front of the flags and the pole vault with our lily. Not everyone has the complete uniform, but it is an informal field, with the presence of our family and so it is a shortcoming that can be redeemed. The Song of farewell, with the scouts in a circle, the lowering of the flag and go home.
Here ends our usual trip to Presagnol, ruined by an endless snake of cars that often, for no apparent reason, it moves at a crawl, even when it does not stop, prompting fears of not arriving in time to see the beginning of the game. All
evidently stood in the road to return home in time to not lose the game.
Next year there will be no World Cup and we can enjoy better and longer than the mountains, fresh air and the company of friends.
