Terni was usual provincial town whose that state describes absence of old buildings. I had excellent range look from a window in which, however, were houses from the twentieth century. Assisi gave a historical enthusiasm. I sweetly farewell with one-working receptionist. Cold on the street caused to zip up a coat. I came on a station and visited snack bar, which wasn’t variable in food and expectedly it cost more of usual. The most in time of awaiting I stayed at main hall due to non-existence of sitting space. When I entered into train and found free place I saw magical landscapes from a window at the first time. There were rocks, mountains and forests. I arrived in Assisi one hour later. The weather was more cold and I wanted to wear on a hat for which I didn’t begin the checking of bag and I willn’t require in it later. This place of stop ignited love to small town stations of Italy by design, ambience of coziness and size. Abysmal revelation was that Assisi is visiting by tourists. Was it after proclamation of the current Pope and name he chose? Whereas I knew on Francis of Assisi before.
It was climbing up to a hotel, which was in the eastern and had few dozen meters to central square. Historical and architectural charming was Italy, which I wanted to see, and it was a town I would like to live. Leafs of fall added to incredible look. Call of church’s bell is always exciting as I had that in Terni. And current time is demonstration in everywhere playing classic Christmas songs.
I visited room for night in which I left the bag, planned route and finally found place for eat. I, Monaci opened at lunch time to which I came to there, but doors were closed and appeared in a window waitress said and showed on fingers “five minutes”. I did bow and soon thought on visit Temple of Minerva. As any Christian house from centuries ago, it diligently painted and designed, when here in miniature. I’m getting tired after I’ve seen many churches although Temple of Minerva is that building with entrance with columns was built in the first century BC.
A restaurant and pizzeria, as establishment proclaimed, was open. I don’t trust to places, which are not specializing in one thing, but I decided to not step away. And I felt that I must increase my Italian, which can be needful in little cities. I recalled experience in Checchino dal 1887 by learning and listening pronouncing of “I want now”, which is “voglio ora”. English of the waitress was limited, but I got table. Pumpkin soup with bacon, amaretti biscuits and croutons were served in little dish (it wouldn’t right to use definition “Italian” here due to it’s contemporary cheapness in myriad restaurants in the world.). It was lovable, tender and delicious.
I wanted to continue with pizza. One with place of eating’s name had my attraction when reading on other pizzas and picking up eyes on interested – I wasn’t comfortable by reading ingredients as “pistachio” or too many of them when pizza must have little of components, because big quantity is fast food.
I ordered pasta Amatriciana with adding of fondue of Pecorino cheese, which also had same nice as soup. I suddenly decided to have pasta with grappa by initially thinking on hot tea. Sometimes I eat pasta with sipping whiskey. Kinda grappa wish was by that I wanted to open the third eye on sights of Assisi. And I wanted to check it’s drink here. The waitress couldn’t answer on “bitter” or is it “sweet” on taste on indicated variant. I asked on color and she indicated on dark white in image on tablecloth. I recalled “bianco” - white and “rouge” – red, but it was in French and started to talk about it. Then I corrected myself with the last and said “rosso”. She poked on grappa I initially asked and I ordered it…and got with a white color…
However, it was correct by that I had it with pasta, but why order went askew after I said “rosso”? Well, it was same in all stages disgusting moonshine, which relish in aftertaste. Since that I will never wish grappa. I ordered tea even despite it was in bugs and only in cup as said and showed it the waitress when I got a pot for two times in brought middle cup. Technically, I had a standard dosage.
I don’t know about attractiveness to I, Monaci among locals whereas I see on what actually kinda knew before that popular among Italians is where is cheap what in everything. I got it with getting catch of skunk-quality cigarettes. Let me say this, I don’t like people who talk about discounts – it reveals that he/she can’t make his/her life. That comes from inability to spend money.
Visit of sights began with the western one. Basilica di San Francesco in which I had what I hadn’t in Rome – it’s presence of spirituality. Then I entered Abrazia di San Pietro and beatitude in extreme low knowledge of tourist. Yes, it wasn’t perfect. One woman with using of smartphone instead wish to penetrate, as it always, and two calmly talking girls entered for personal check out later. Wonderful uniqueness of it’s place in paintings. Everything is stone. Design of tapering circles in dome in carving of it. I was inside, but instantly walked out from Chiesa Nuova and did standard walking in Duomo di San Rufino. I moved to Eremo delle Carceri and realized that it will less in hour of walking on which I hadn’t wish. I reached Rocca Maggiore in a final. I was ready to pay and be inside for be on top tower in a castle, which was closed. I found a wonderful point of view on fields of forests on mounts and whole town. I didn’t need Rome when Assisi is what I need. Ranges would have beautifulness in snow. I got reasons and I wanted to come back. About live here I saw that there is no winter and there are plethora of groups of kids and tourists who must be isolated from civilization.
I decided to taste local ice cream although I planned to buy it in San Gimignano, which I’m intending to meet New Year and it will the only place for visit in Tuscany. I bought a cone with three balls, which were straccitella, fruit de bosco and mango. Edible, but no causes excitement. I additionally acquired a vanilla éclair. Crème was filthy taste of chemistry and dough with long lost of his freshness.
I returned to the hotel and revealed in sitting at a laptop that I missed Saint Francis’s tomb. I went out into Assisi, which is beautiful at night and that magnificence in looking on ranges. I entered when people were coming out from exit side. A priest said that it will open at six am.
