Those who have been following my blog for a while already know that my life is anything but dull. Strange stuff happens almost everywhere I go, so why should this weekend be any different…
My husband and I went to Montalto, Liguria. I wrote a post about my Easter weekend there and promised Elora’s in-laws that I would return with my husband because I knew they would just love him. He even spoke Genovese dialect with them!
I really adore my husband and am always amazed at how easy he is around people even though he is the least sociable person I have ever known. We were fed to the gills and he even got treated to his favourite Russian Salad. I’ve got loads of photos on my camera still and will be adding another sequel to this post but first I want to tell you how full of adventure our 24 hours in Montalto really were…
First, of course, there was all that glorious food. Then, we went to a nearby village called Triora which is famous for their history of witches…or should I say witch hunts, witch trials, torture and burnings! An intriguing visit, which interested me immensely because my husband says that because I talk to chickens and hoot back and forth with the owls in our field, that centuries ago I would have been labelled as a witch also! Sheesh, I hope he’s only joking.
Anyway, the adventure continued as we got caught in the rain and hail. The next day was a special occasion for Montalto because there was the annual procession of the Madonna which is carried up to the top of a hill to another church. We were too tired to wake up and follow the procession but later on we drove up to the church to take part in the service.
On our way back down the hill we stopped briefly because Elora’s father-in-law spotted an acacia flower bush and wanted some for his wife. My husband dutifully followed him and thirty seconds later my husband slipped off the edge of the road and fell into what looked like a bottomless cliffside! Dangling from the side, I ran out of the car to his side and yelled at him to give me his hand. Elora grabbed my waist and I pulled him with all my might while Elora’s husband and father pulled up on his other arm. In a nanosecond, I saw everything that was precious to me potentially slip away from me forever. Thankfully, we were able to get him back onto the road safely and all have a good laugh. I’m not a very strong person, but today I honestly felt like I could have lifted a car off my husband if it was necessary.
Another adventure for the story book for sure and I’m happy to say with a happy ending. We are both bruised and sore but nothing a hot bath and massage won’t cure 🙂
Never a dull moment, stay tuned for details and pics of Montalto and Triora. But first, we have a special spa day planned for tomorrow, I think you could say well deserved too!