Leaving Spello after 3 months was not easy. We had tried our best to live the Italian life, integrate into the local community and taste the pleasures of the land and the grape. Saying goodbye to our new friends was the hardest thing; so many people asked us to come back, and I am certain we will do so.
As we crossed Umbria’s border for the first time in 3 months, we reflected on the things that we will remember about our experience. The smell of woodsmoke in the air; the sight of the smoke from the fires of trimmed olive branches curling upwards; the sound of the bells chiming harmoniously and the earthy taste of truffles.
The art: from the frescoes…
….to the simple chapels….
….to the grandest cathedrals.
The architecture: from ancient monuments, built to glorify God….
….to the wonderful hill towns in stone and brick….
The stunning Umbrian mountains and countryside: the “green heart of Italy.”
The weather: every day was different. We had torrential rain, hailstones the size of acorns, storms and sun, sun, sun. The sky was a constant, moving picture….
The food: local, seasonal, delicious….
The artisan food shops such as the local bakery. The window display changed regularly….
The wine: new varieties of grapes to try….
….and the remnants of a good night out….
Nature: the flowers, wild and cultivated.
And who could forget the Infiorata? Carpets of flowers in every street and square in Spello’s old town.
The beauty of the trees, bursting into life….
….and promising edibles to come….
Most of all it was the people of Spello that we will remember. Their generosity, their warmth, their patience with our piecemeal Italian, their sharing and their humour will not be easily forgotten.
Spello, Magic Spello, we have left a little piece of our hearts with you, until we return.