village games

I moved here three and a half years ago, but I still haven't discovered even half of the gorgeous, unique, and interesting nooks and crannies of the village.

How can I be so sure?

Well, every time I find something simply amazing, P nods politely and tells me exactly where it is I'm talking about.

He rather enjoys bragging about how well he knows his medieval village. And know it he does--understandable as he has lived here all of his 28 years. Plus he's a guy, so you know that most of those years were spent exploring the most obscure and likely dangerous spots. So I'm taking him to task, calling his bluff, and pulling out every other cliché in the book (hah!) as we institute a little game I like to call "Dove cazzo è?" The clean version would be "Where the heck is it?" and it works like this:

(1) I roam the village taking random shots of things.

(2) He has to tell me where I've found them--all of them.

(3) Loser cooks dinner and cleans up afterwards.

Here are this week's pictures:


This is not one of the famed door knockers as you might think. It's actually a fancy place to hook up your donkey outside the house. This was the easiest of the photos, as it's not too far from P's house.

But then I turned up the heat:


A random orange in a random tree. Somewhere. Right? How could one pinpoint it?


Close-up of a door. In a tiny alley. A good distance from where we live.

So? How'd we do?

Tonight I'm making that artichoke dish from last week's What's Cooking Wednesday if anyone would like to join us. I'll even let you dry the dishes. (But not put away the silverware.)

And then we'll go out and find much more challenging pictures.

Just wanted to give him a false sense of security for the first go-around.