To Distant Areas: Orvieto.

I had a startling conversation on breakfast with a kitchen worker of Sant’Antonio Hotel, it was where I stopped and was “no carpet”. That building is fused with trulli church and I chose this accommodation for characteristic roofs. She disclosed to me that the hotel in a past was a place where abbots lived. A day before, I did an observation of accommodation by climbing up and I saw a church’s top. I could walk through a window to a roof but it didn’t require because I saw inside walls of that building from there.

I recognized more on Alberobello from the kitchen worker. She told trulli were abandoned thirty or forty years ago but now a city became an expensive due to visit of famous people, as one of them was Donald Trump (I hope, he didn’t want to open a gold club here). Additional her claim was in lost of city north and village south by their mixture.

The kitchen worker said on my resemblance with German and wished me luck with success in America.

I told myself since heading by bus to Brescia that I must quit with that way journeys. Nothing wrong could be to movement from Alberobello by train at 9.30 to plane at 1.40. However, there was no a direct railroad machine. You needed to take a bus to Polignano A Mare and follow by entering there on a train to Bari Centrale. However, a movement will begin at 10.30. A worker explained in a little quantity of trains while it was nonsense. We had lingering on a start, which was in crossing of railroad line. A way was closed because a train was coming. It was eight minutes of waiting. Reasonably, that lingering could be a way more short. Few dozen seconds for passage of transport. The next two minutes were for trying to drive through cars because we were on turn on which for a big machine in which I was required more space. Italy in it’s narrow streets created difficulties even for cars, but that variant would be the perfect with visiting of the little cities.

I saw before in Italy while three times in south a graffiti on “Free Palestine”. I always automatically added “from Arabs” while now it was “for Israel”.

After all, the bus delivered me to final stop in which wasn’t clear with a train station but a driver indicated to me to where I should move but I asked a Polish couple, which also was in that transport from start, on possibility their going in same direction. A kind lady responded negative but she took out a smartphone and showed me to where I need to walk.

I reached a place. There I discovered through a machine on number of train what I usually did if I didn’t find an information stale. I believe, it is not difficult to print a needful detail. From there I found that I must take a nearest train to Monopoli, a town in which the bus stopped before Polignano A Mare. Believe me, I ceased to look for a mindful in Italy. Also that transport was from Bari Centrale.

I arrived on the next station and there needed to wait a half of hour for a vehicle on railroad wheels to a needful location. That time was spent on lunch from three eggs, three white yogurts, two peaches and one plum, which all of them I took from a breakfast hall. We must be honest, the airports don’t have a good food.

I came to Bari Centrale. I walked through underground corridor and accidentally detected in movement a signage to a train to airport. I checked before but everything rejected an existence of this variant. I talked on that in Hotel Sant’Antonio. It required time to explain to locals of that region. I still had same in that they couldn’t hear and understand a lot in mine saying. Sometimes they perceived for other, as one receptionist believed that I’m planning to come back some time later and mind on leave a luggage in the hotel. However, I didn’t get anything when she understood.

The gates were closed as twenty minutes. While the plane was going to take up in ten. A security girl, who noticed a negative sound with my ticket, didn’t hear my words of that I came late. She uttered them with reckless made me to never visit this airport again though I hadn’t point to return. I visited everything in the south continental part of Italy. At least, she guided me to where I can solve my situation.

I pronounced “Orvieto” with an Italian accent, which gave clarity for a worker in this time. No planes to nearby airports in that day except one to Rome Fiumincino at nine of evening. He wasn’t sure with work of railroad transport there in that time. His offered alternative was in return to Bari Centrale for taking series in three trains for eventual arrival at 1.35 am. I accepted his that variant though he didn’t understand me here. A man showed a thumb and I would do similar if my hands wouldn’t be busy. I raised a hand on a same level.

A prepayment for hotel in Orvieto wasn’t made. By basing from that, I began to consider variants on try with rescheduling dates or cancellation though, if I remember correct then, I hadn’t these options to that time. Visits of Brescia and Alberobello were visceral because nothing connecting with nearest place I wanted to see was in hundred kilometers whereas I could relocate Orvieto to the third stage. My situation committed an obvious movement to that I will be there in a final journey through Italy. I wanted to buy a ticket by I didn’t take in attention that travelling will in nine hours. I stepped away and removed laptop.

I couldn’t come to connection with truly Italian wi-fi. It asked a telephone number or account in limited two social networks. I had in one of them. I lettered data. That site sent a password on e-mail for identity checking. I couldn’t from there to enter to there. I hadn’t other that acquire that train variant with Orvieto. I didn’t want to wait in the airport and that would violate my promise to boycott it.

I walked to another machine and began a process of acquisition... I told about a natural balance. It asked personal identification as e-mail and telephone. I couldn’t buy it. I moved to an information office.

I pronounced in a broken Italian accent “Orvieto” because I lost mood though I was in fine sense. Inside of me was desire to scream about my misfortune but it was an emotion. That employee heard finally about my destination point though missed many other details with wi-fi, corrupted ticket machine and reach Orvieto by funicular is the best option but it doesn’t active in time of my potential arrival. He said same what I heard from a man in an airport about route but he didn’t encourage my movement due to nine hours. He advised to visit a bus ticket office.

An owner of café directed me to a wrong side because he didn’t understand. It wasn’t at first time in this region though I guessed before in these moments. I believed, as it was in my arrival here in Bari, that doesn’t working or being in thinking state as I had in that second time machine is a place for selling tickets. There was only information in availability. That employee also gave me an incorrect a route direction in the end part.

I returned to the information office. Few clients were in forward but I wasn’t long before I met a working girl who controlled people and asked their reason of being here. We met at a first time where she more fast understood that I say “Orvieto”. There had no a necessity to make the Italian accent. I came back and took a glance to the right where in Italian and English was warning of upcoming a train workers’ strike from July 7-8, which I, of course, knew. Then I met with that girl. From her was initiation of a talk. There she explained the machine isn’t the bus ticket office. This female in a red jacket added needful details and pronounced word “billeteria”.

I decided to ask a lady working in some café on the bus ticket office. She pointed in a wrong direction. I bragged to her by saying a new learnt Italian word “billeteria”. It made her shine and enlightened. She indicated on a parallel side.

I saw a signage “billeteria” by accident turn of a head. I waited when eternal streams of cars on both sides of wide road will end because a nearest pedestrian zone was far away. It didn’t ask to wait long. Doing these relocations, I had on mind that I don’t want to stay in Bari in any case. These aesthetics of a third-world country was in every seen angle.

A variant, which a lonely man behind of window in the bus ticket office, wrote on a paper was more worst by that I take a ground transport on fifty minutes later for relocate on a train, which is final in a variant with trains. I returned for not letting a car to cross my way and I pressed on a traffic light panel, which no one of people intended to do.

It was difficult to explain and no one of these both employees in the information office were in looking for hope to understand me though “more worst” was uttered very understandable. That male with whom I talked called me when I entered back. He wanted to get e-mail or telephone while I thought he required two these things. I shared my e-mail. He didn’t understand mine written and hadn’t idea how “whiskey” writes. My hand wasn’t good, which caused his confusion. I grabbed that paper and changed on lettered variant. I still didn’t understand this requirement in acquiring of a train ticket.

It was soon when I entered in a wagon of a first train in which I was intended to sit for six hours and twenty-two minutes. I connected to some Internet before leaving of station but it loaded pages slow and I didn’t get a list of booked hotels on a site on which I made all these reservations. I already knew that I will take that time for writing of whole aforementioned (at least there was a socket and I couldn’t raise worry here). Before deciding with taking series of trains, I thought I will more closer to place of Stunning Italian Lady. It relaxed me. And I sensed more better in having that thought. No matter if she was there or not but that fact encouraged me.

Fields changed on forests after three hours. It made to sense on relocating from south to center though it was Campania yet. I shouldn’t reject that having such travelling was an extraordinary thing. If plantations and farmer work of south don’t sympathize me while green hills, mounts and once seen viaduct raised me up.

A corruption of an Italian transport system made me firmly to never use it again after this stage before taking the first train. A new, but a minor shortcoming, was in coming of a ticket checking woman did warning that a door (“dooro” in a heard Italian variation of English) on a left is out of service. It was after more than four hours of riding. I knew that my next two stages will by having an automobile with somebody or something drive it.

My escape from Bari became more understandable for me because later I admitted and recalled other significant difference of Italian sides. I mostly didn’t see beautiful women in appearance sense in a continental South while they are more often in Center. It was another world, which prospered in front of my eyes when I entered in Center. That was similar with an inside beauty. I met pleasant people in South but I received more easygoing, lightness, intelligence and cultural manners in Center. Perhaps, I wouldn’t agree about mixture, which was said by the kitchen worker in Sant’Antonio Hotel who of these exclusions. I started to sense very better myself in Central despite it was ten came to eleven pm.

A second train brought me to Orte at 11.50 pm. I had an hour for the next. One snack automat threw away my fifty-five cents. I wanted to buy Kit Kat. I used another machine, which gave me my candy. I had it with a bottle of a mineral water. I made tries to connect to local Internet but it wasn’t working.

I arrived in Orvieto at 1.35 am. A train steward had no clue and didn’t understand itself how can climb on a top of an old city. A funicular was a single option, which didn’t work in that time. Doing preparation to this journey, I asked AI on climbing by walking and compared with Perugia. A received answer spoke on possibility of latter and extreme with a former. I didn’t intend to climb by basing on that and learning of virtual map. But I was in situation with a big night. I watched how a car drove to a gas station with a self-service. I came to that rider of four wheel for asking a question of reaching the top. He didn’t understand and didn’t learn English much but I received an answer about route and possibility to do it by walking (later, I thought that, probably, he talked from a position of an automobile driver). I asked on distance and he called “three kilometers”. I responded it is no distance. Perhaps, I was getting a blessing on go to there.

I crossed a signage, which said “four kilometers” to Orvieto. I perceived this challenge as all right until very soon lanterns ended and I entered in full darkness. It was becoming a highly risky. A sign on wild animals only reminded that night in control of these ones. I had no a flashlight and no knife. It wasn’t mindful to go but I hadn’t other way to spend a time and something pushed me to go.

It was a situation when you want a dangerous thing, which was in the cars, because they lighted way. I didn’t wish them before as one crossed that way but I desired them now. There were reasonably rare but appeared. Certainly, I choose a safety side on a road. While comparing that climbing with Perugia – it’s slope isn’t steep as Umbrian capital has but an individual nuance in that you walk through tiny roadsides. I moved to a grass, which I luckily had, when I heard an automobile.

I walked and I could watch on stars and detect the familiar constellations and watch on fireflies at the first ever time. Once in that darkness I heard a roaring. It caused a little trembling inside. I took away my backpack for preparing to a potential fight. I didn’t come for some time. I did whistle and a light approach for get reaction what isn’t correct to do if I would meet a wild beast. However, in such situation you must never run because you willn’t advanced in that. I knew how deal with different kind of animals. Eventually, I made a courage movement forward. Perhaps, it wasn’t a noise of a creature.

I had rare places of a little light. Once a dog raised it’s woofing, which a couple other took, but I was far away. I didn’t think about possibility of meeting of dangerous animals because they’re usually don’t walk on such range.

I saw a warning sign “fifty kilometers limit” a couple of time. I always hoped that I don’t violate speed.

I recalled that I probably can reduce a way through a zone to where goes to Etruscan Necropolis nearby of which is a stairway. It was a connection with an old town. A gate was closed. It wasn’t tall and had no other security. I decided to not violate and take experience at full.

I knew that I should climb higher instead go forward but the light of two rare cars made me to see signage which corroborated my assuming by writing directions to variable sightseeing.

That heard another roaring was an actual. I had trembling inside again while I walked forward and looked behind, that animal didn’t chase me. Later analysis made me to conclude that scream was defensive while an animal could be a cat, but I don’t want to assume with a last.

I entered in the streets of slightly lights and cobbled boulevards. I saw an intersex couple of runners in some away on forward. It was entering into civilization.

A time was 2.24 am when I approached a beginning of the old town. I entered in a deserted of any life a city. I didn’t hope on work on hotel in which I was planning to stop. However, I had a thought more than once that I easily can sleep on the street in this warm weather.

There were cats as they will in a daylight time. These animals always ran away from the people when you walk to them close. That was with a couple who moved in different sides but reunited far away. They reminded me my Demi and Knopka Sophie.

I had a sudden opportunity to see Orvieto alone. Honestly, I started to lose impression for some time. I wasn’t impressed then by looking on the brown characterless buildings. Cars were everywhere and I imagine how they ruined the historical aesthetics. I tried to discover Via Cavour, which another typical name for an Italian street. I stepped on piazza on which was mighty Palazzo Del Capitano Del Popolo. I wasn’t impressed to climb through stairways what I will do in a bright day and I will right that it will have no a point. The people were near of them. I moved further by own recalling. It was until meeting a young man whom I asked on Hotel Filippeschi. He didn’t know about existence of it. I caught another person who seemed young too but a grey in his beard revealed other. Own experience and commonsense says that such people give a needful answer. He asked to repeat. I said it slowly and he understood (later, I discover that I don’t understand in pronouncing in Italian) and responded that looking for place in front of you and I will see it’s title. That man wished me “good night”. I didn’t rely on the last.

I approached to a building and read a note informed on using of a bell for emergence situation (it was alongside with a cell phone but that last wasn’t understandable for me). I pushed a button few times. There I heard opening of a window. It was on the highest floor and far aside. You said such moment in the Italian films. There I understood, it was of things which you want to achieve. I saw a man from there. I said on my point and he called a woman who appeared. I told on my reservation. She said that will come down.

I waited for some not a big time, because she was dressing up. When she approached, I explained a situation and said who I am. She told on sent electronic letters. I said on my trying to connect with Internet but that woman also didn’t catch mine pronunciation. Eventually, we made reservation and I, of course, apologized. It was thirty minutes later when I reached the hotel.

Four hours with one waking up in a night was more than all right time for sleep. I had a good breakfast and after some time later, I was in burning to go. It was 9.30 while all sights are available at ten o’clock. I didn’t want to wait and I knew how to begin.

These cars moving through historical streets added that terrible to a place. I took a distance for visiting Fortezza Albonor which presented as a so-called park for contemporary times. It allows to see from above what’s under you. I wasn’t impressed by these landscapes of invaded industrialization and working fields. Some places under characteristic disgust spells and once I saw a graffiti collection. I moved to Tempio di Belvedere. There I saw Saint Patrick’s Well, which is Pozzo di San Patrizio in an Italian language, but I didn’t move to there because I wanted it for the last.

Tempio di Belvedere was in a ruin state and had far reminding on what was it but I could sense gone civilization and that building function. I didn’t understand, was it under security or not but a cab was while I didn’t use an opportunity for step to there because I didn’t want to make any disturbance. I didn’t come to touch a stone. My eyes made me to see what was before.

I wanted to start from observation of old city’s tower Torre del Moro. I came to there when it was open. I was warned on “two hundred forty steps” while I responded, “I had more”. That laughed a lady selling tickets.

I reached a top, which revealed it is a beautiful point for see Orvieto as a beautiful. These fields and buildings were attractive for eyes. Although it wasn’t exciting from climbing process, which contradict to what I had in Lucca. The edifices of town bring charm but don’t have life I saw from the heights of a town from which Castruccio Castracani was.

Palazzo Del Capitano Del Popolo took ugly in a daylight by appearance of a flea market by it’s cheap tents and respective in quality goods. I was moving for checking of Il Labirinto di Adriano.

I recognized before coming to Italy that Il Labirinto di Adriano will be closed from July 3 to 10 by entering on an official website. I didn’t accept for possible but I didn’t reject a hope that I will come inside in the last hours as that status was before I didn’t succeed with a flight. That underground place of an ancient civilization combined with a restaurant in which cooks umbricelli with truffle. That was a spare variant for tasting that regional dish. Not a finest venue but I couldn’t discover a decent restaurant back then. It had world's became traditional vast plates with miserliness of put food. I hadn’t that alternative. I saw it’s closed entrance in an arrived night and it didn’t change in a daytime in which I came for corroboration.

You don’t need many hours, as it expected, for see everything in Orvieto. I did a long walking down for visit Etruscan Necropolis. It was a tantalizing touch with civilization of a past by entering inside of tombs of wealthy people. Also that place has burials of ordinary men whom usually were throwing into a common well. These everywhere lizards made to create an ostensible faith on belonging and relocated souls.

I wanted to visit Orvieto Cathedral until I revealed before this trip that a visit to there is chargeable. My conflict with the church doesn’t let to do. I think, many true Christians separate themselves from Vatican. But, certainly, I willn't saddened on watching of another reflection of time of ubiquitous influence of a Roman Catholic House. Nevertheless, I saw it’s façade which impresses in drawn images on facade. I watched on originality after having a swath of visited cathedrals. I didn’t intend to take possible glance on inside before I could approach a ticket seller.

I don't trust to wine shops combining as a restaurant or bar because they don't have a fine this beverage. It’s always for few euros and of miserliness quality. There are many of such venues. I could discover two which are wine shops without degustation. I entered in Barberani Enoteca, which is nearby of cathedral, a good place for come after confession in sins. It works since 1961 and likes to funny claim as the oldest near the cathedral. Honestly, I was ready to degustation because uniqueness of a grape doesn’t make it as extraordinary in using. A working girl confirmed on degustation because it looked so but some time later she said that her store doesn’t pour glass. I was still talk with people who didn’t understand mine saying and didn’t know many English words. Of course, I can say something that non-native doesn’t know as I expressed “alas” to this wonderful lady from Panama on selling of Johnnie Walker Blue Label (I still bemoaning) but no one of two receptionists in Hotel Filippeschi, which is “no carpet”, knew “wolf” and “bear” when I asked about presence of wild animals and uttered these examples. However, that employee in Barberani, perhaps, became unhappy in me when I even said that “maybe, I’ll come back” because I saw worthy white wine bottles. But her speaking Italian calmly in presence of nobody else there was made me not to come to here another time.

Orvieto’s characterizing of their cuisine are dishes with a wild boar and own pasta umbricelli with adding of truffles, a mushroom which is one more element of this local cooking.

I chose the oldest in the town Ristorante Maurizio. A place is highly visited and you need to have a reservation. I sent a booking request a week before of intended visit. I didn't get a response soon. It could be an alarm situation. Since with eating venue in Il Labirinto di Adriano became crossed out, I began to learn a history of restaurants in Orvieto and through that I discovered a couple of venues which had both wishful dishes but every of them is good in one. Grotte del Funaro with a wild boar and Trattoria La Palomba with umbricelli with truffle. I saw a second place before but I missed something and seen made me to decline. Ristorante Maurizio looks fancy inside and I do not compliment it. I didn't like their umbricelli with truffle due to adding of mushrooms (we already have one in  this dish) and guanciale bacon for which everybody must be under trial for doing it disgust. I was magnetized to their wild boar presentation with olives. However, I didn't want so much with getting of reservation in Ristorante Maurizio due to I didn't want these snobbish perversions though sometimes portions aren't stingy. I could live without that as analogical with a college degree, which, I'm lucky, haven’t it because I like to joke on those who has it. I received answer on a next day. It is closed in that day. I asked about July 3. An answer was received on the next day where a representative apologized again by saying on reservation of a group.

A receptionist of that day made a booking of me in Trattoria La Palomba. It was a one more thing, which I understood better to do in Italy. That restaurant is a family business was opened in 1965. Their umbricelli with truffle showed a traditional cuisine. I noticed that their do much using of truffle in dishes.

I entered and three waiters later, I ordered a needful dish. I wanted to have with a local white wine. Grechetto, which originates from Greece and it has a respective name, was the last second choice because it has a high sugar while my glance to it was due to late harvest. I was in attracting to Verdello because it grows only in Umbria and has a late ripening. Unfortunately, the restaurant offered only in bottles. I didn’t want to drink that volume now and I was ready to go against rule by taking a glass because it was about uniqueness of grape again. I accepted another Italian habit, which is taking water. One liter of still liquid was a needful accompanying to pasta and preparing to it.

I received umbricelli from a first waiter. He took one of jars with truffles and put on my table. That person removed a one mushroom and through shredder he did spreading of pieces on my plate and it beautifully fell on a cloth. It was a mesmerizing experience. That doesn’t describe waiter staff who was mostly lifeless in their acts. However, I caught a rich scent of truffle. I asked the first waiter to sniff the jar, which he took it away. He brought it back. I had  my nose for a few seconds and I had a divine scent of mushrooms which a big price is correct. And I sensed their original inhabitation.

I had a delight having of umbricelli but that’s because I liked the truffle.

Pozzo di San Patrizio was built by order of Pope Clement VII in 1527 for a reason if they will be under siege and that well will a water support. He hid in these times because was in conflict with Holy Roman Empire whose emperor Charles V took Rome under control. Pozzo della Rocca was initial name of the well because a fortress was nearby. It changed on name of famous St. Patrick, which legend told that he retired here. Six euros is too much price for see that. Personally, that woman who sold a ticket said without fire in doing a farewell with me. Just a fact. Nevertheless, the well impresses as art composition in engineering as it has two ways and how arches bricked but you will not get a big difference with visiting of an individual stone basement of your grandfather by watching and sensing these familiar damp stones. I also perceived it as a construction for intended purposes.

I had one more and it was the last wine shop, which could give an acquaintance with local wines and save my celebration of US Independence Day. It’s Arcioni, which works since 1932. Their owners are elder intersex pair who sit on their comfortable seats and wait a coming of clients. I saw an old man on photos of years ago. His sitting was unchangeable. I didn’t rely on their knowledge English but a man had it’s limited quantity by explaining me wines and his love to independent manufactures and having interest to big companies as Antinori and Frescobaldi. I put known for me Italian words for bring to point in conversation, because the owner often stuck in saying. Nevertheless, he gave me a lot of wonderful information and showed bottles in have my curiosity white local grapes and one with a Ciliegiolo, a red one from here and to which I also had an interest and minded to have with the wild boar in Grotte del Funaro. Orvieto characterizes in producing of white wine but they manufacture red a little. I looked and he offered bottles of other grapes. I had interest to combination of Merlot and Sangiovese to which he wife said it’s her favorite. However, can it be well for twenty-five euros? Eventually, I took a single offer of Ciliegiolo. I thought on also take that combination of my lovable grapes and come on the next day because drinks were in better conditions here than in my hotel’s room. I acquired a single bottle and heard on conclusion of that fact. They believed in more after saturated conversation. Yes, that old man are imposing for buying much. However, I decided to have only Ciliegiolo, which I much used in that day and a little rest for festivity.

The Italian women, as I noticed, can come and give a promise of something to do but they don’t execute it. A concierge, which worked in my next day in Orvieto, was that dame whom I woke up a day before. She came with an offer of variable coffee and I responded on like of tea. I didn’t receive promised. However, I prone to believe, it was her vendetta for taking out of her dream at two of night. She is gone to that time of breakfast. I asked a drink of her colleague who put a bag of sugar, I relocated back in front of her eyes by giving a clear sign but I received my tea with that piece.

Since evasion of attraction to Orvieto, I started to see it’s not a city for celebration of festivity. I saw Lucca as to there I must move. I still could change dates to that time but I didn’t want to have few hours in a train because I evade anything disgusting in such days. Furthermore, there are no worthy trattorias in Lucca. I stayed in Orvieto. I more understood it’s emptiness by being in places where I was alone in a daylight. There were many buildings who rejected historical past by putting a paint.

I wanted to busy myself before coming to Grotte del Funaro. Both concierges recommended Orvieto Underground. I saw it images before, which made to understand on shortness of visit and it was a tour visit. I forgot with the last when entered in detected office at a second time walking around the cathedral. That man was same deaf on my English and he didn’t aspire to get it all. A person reminded me on forgotten. I abandoned him.

I wanted to acquire truffles. I could give asking money but their can condition and placing near the sun rejected elite origin. I should be in France was my thought there.

I was returning in the hotel. Orvieto, as many cities, have people on a popular tourist crossing who rudely ask to stop by saying in Italian and relocating on English by believing a walking person will understand. Their eventual goal is asking donations for something sacred. I ignored at a first time. It was other of that typical group of three who moved to me but I showed my hand and pronounced a short variant of “no” many times. That human asked on where I am from and began to give assumptions. My answer was “the world” but he didn’t hear pronunciation. I walked away and he hopelessly pronounced states, which were far away from where I am from (and there nobody pronounces “no” in this form). Certainly, I always have a strange feeling about breaking necks of these men.

These Italian room cleaners always relocate your stuff. It’s not a country in looking for privacy.

That Orvieto Underground hadn’t anything what could excite me in a history of Etruscans. Il Labirinto di Adriano became a complete revelation. Owners’ devotion to restaurant desecrated a past of place. It took appearance of entertainment place in that underground. It’s closing was to the right. I didn’t need to come in Orvieto again. I have one Grotte del Funaro for celebratory lunch with which I will not be frustrated if I willn’t come to there. I saw Etruscan civilization by seeing a temple, tombs and subjects, which in a nearby building of the last.

A concierge of that day said on no necessity to do booking in Grotte del Funaro on a lunch and dinner time. I walked to there. I could choose an intricate short route or an easy long one. A first was chosen. I moved and that hotel’s map betrayed me. I wanted to return for alternative way but my walking brought me to signage informed on twenty meters to Grotte del Funaro. I headed to there.

Choose of a wild boar in a bittersweet sauce and with caramelized onion was initial aim. I started to think to take wine. A restaurant was finished in Ciliegiolo. I spent time on minding between choosing wine and a fact that I don’t want to have a bottle. A lead waiter offered to look on white what shocked me. He didn’t hear for same language reason mine response about meat. I was ready to take a one-third of one of 1988 (though I would take another, which is from 1987 as I concluded later) but I could get only whole. I had limited glass choices. I made a degustation with one of 2018 but it wasn’t top of the world. I refused from alcohol and ordered a still water. I began to eat and understood that it’s dish I can’t have without wine. I had two local drinks for taste but no one of them was elite. I took a first, which was approving in using. A food was excellent cooked. I got a needful harsh flavor of a wild animal with a sweet and passionate kiss of caramelized onions. The halves of cherry tomatoes were correct addition for vegetable. I couldn’t leave green leafs alone, because they weren’t much edible. I ate and looked forward on a landscape behind opened window. That valley, which included yellow fields, had a piece of attraction. The restaurant was on an edge of old city. I approached to a fortress after that but nothing was for see from there.

I used my card but a main person of Grotte del Funaro informed a payment doesn’t pass due to troubles with wi-fi. I was familiar with that trick, which use in Mexico at least, when they say that money weren’t transfer but actually do. I already saw a red color of assuming refusal image and then whole list in which my operation didn’t pass. I asked to see again some time later because that could change. It didn’t look as that trick. I put my card at a second time. Anyway, I’ll check it in account and if it will something incorrect, there will the consequences.

I wanted to return through easy intricate route but walked out from a long, which wasn’t so. I came back to the hotel for finish yesterday’s wine. Hope, I will not return to Orvieto for getting twenty-six euros.