La Visite a` Somette

Dans le train.

Dinner with Fede's family. His uncle is the mayor of the small town Somette. His uncle seems to be a connoisseur of most everything. That evening we drank from his wine collection and more than tasted his plethora of digestifs. My favorite was one he had found in the Italian country side. It was made of 100 hand picked herbs and brewed by the locals. Very delicious and very strong.




His families farm home in the country.




















There's a fungus among us.





The Geese, who have gone unnamed, supposedly earn their keep by protecting the property. I still don't know what that means. I think the white one knew I was taking his picture.









This is the barn where they keep their harvested crop. You can see Fede and walking with his aunt. This incredible mountain is made from tiny sugar beet pellets. The pellets are whats left of the crop after the sugar has been extracted. The factory dehydrates the pulp and forms it into the little pieces that can later be fed to livestock. Very cool. I must say, seeing this was really wonderful for me.

What the picture can't convey is the true size of this mound, as well as the deliciously earthy sweet smell that fills the barn. It's also hard to see the true colors. The pellets are a rich purple, the mountain glows when the light hits it.











Fede and myself on a walk through the fields.


Quite possibly the greenest grass I have ever seen.