Everything seemed to slow down our last two days in Orvieto. Monday and Tuesday definitely have fewer tourists arriving.

W e finally got moving around 10:00 and headed toward the Duomo. This is my second favorite cathedral, just behind Santiago.

One of those things you have to experience to appreciate. So after the cathedral we walked around just enjoying the city.

We were feeling so at ease, I even stopped in the local barbershop to have my beard trimmed while Becky enjoyed a croissant and coffee down the street. A little later we found another cave to explore.

That evening at happy hour we felt like we were the ones being watched.

Just a couple on care free days to wrap up our stay in Orvieto.

I only wish today had been so uneventful. Everything started off great, We got up early to head toward Montalcino for a cooking class that started at 10:30. Our lodging would only be 10 minutes away once we finished. Everything was falling into place, we found gas when needed at only $8 a gallon and following Google Maps we exited the main road to a private driveway that had us concerned. So much in fact we thought we might have exited to soon. No problem… we put it in reverse, checked the right outside mirror, then the left, and started backing up. And that is when it happened. The olive tree attacked! Knowing that I had not checked the inside rear view mirror it sensed my vulnerability and jumped behind the car.

What followed was my first Italian cuss word (they sound just like they do in English). Long story short, we tried a different route but ended up going down the same private driveway and arrived with 10 minutes to spare.

Now if my children were here, they would quote that wise philosopher that said “if that is the worst thing that ever happens to you, you will have led a charmed life”.

I must be getting old because it only took me about 10 minutes to refocus and move on to enjoying our cooking class. I mostly watched Becky have a great time, and did get my hands dirty as well. The reward for our efforts was a lunch of hand made tagliatelle pasta with spinach ravioli, followed by Crostata and the best tiramisu ever made.

After a delicious lunch we drove back up the driveway and I forgave the olive tree so as to not take any bad karma forward. We have now arrived at our Agri-tourism accommodations. The jury is still out, but it can’t be too bad as we are next to the RV park.