So near yet so far

Last spring a great friend wrote and told me of friends of theirs who were planning a three month sabbatical here in Umbria and asking me if I could offer assistance with any ‘settling in’ problems that might arise.  Subsequently email contact was made with the friends and I learnt that they were renting a house in Montecastello di Vibio a lovely Umbrian village near Todi, south of lago Trasimeno, maybe less than one hour from Bellaugello Gay Guest House.

Anyway, what with one thing and another we never actually got round to meeting.  Despite my promises to break away from Bellaugello and take a lunchtime excursion to visit, I never quite managed, so eventually the week before the guys are due to return to the UK they called in on their way back from a break on the Adriatic coast, and visited me here at Bellaugello.

We enjoyed a leisurely lunch on the sun soaked terrace, a simple pasta with sauce made from vegetables taken this morning from the orto, and a lively conversation comparing notes about expat life in Italy… much to agree on there!

Before departing a photograph or two was taken, and evidence for our mutual friends that Stuart and Richard did indeed make it to my delightful corner of Umbria, and Indeed I am delighted they did!Sturat and Richard at Bellaugello

 

Stadio dei Marmi. Roma

Ever since I first started having guests at Bellaugello Gay Guest House I have wanted to get to the Foro Italico in Rome and see the huge marble statues erected on the orders of Mussolini in 1933.
Rome is a great entry or exit point to Italy a choice of airports, good train connect is, a historic city to visit, I really do not need to tell you all that… and so it’s a great arrival point to Bellaugello. This morning I went on public transport and took the bus which leaves the road end very early, I was up with the lark.
My interest in the Stadio stems from a couple of Canadian guys who were touring the world and happened to stop off on their way through Europe at Bellaugello. Not only were they real great guys, handsome, cheery and full of life, but one of them was a painter. Now I never discovered if he was a painter as in pictures or a painter as in houses… However he did make an offer, which I accepted and during their stay he helped paint the living room of one of the suites! Add to that his love of photography, he enthused and inspired, and I was hooked on his tales of the lifetime ambition to get to the Stadio dei Marmi.
It has taken me a long time to follow in his footsteps, today was the day when I gazed on awe at the huge muscular marble statues that encircle the stadium. They are all different, some clothed, most naked, all muscular, huge feet and hands, and many with divine bubble butts. Each is named after a city in Italy, and represents a different sport, and hence a different pose. I must admit to having a penchant for 1930s architecture and design and for the nude male form 😉 and today in the hot sunshine the men did not disappoint
It just happened to be the Italy – England rugby international so the guys had all come to see the rugby. I, on the other hand came to see the guys….

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