San Francesco 31 December 2007

I should work for the agency that promotes the house we stayed in: San Francesco. That's Italian for Saint Francis... as in Saint of Assisi. You know, the place where I ate pigeon and tried (non-neurotoxic) Absinthe. Anywho, it was a great place to stay. Each bedroom (and there were, like, 8) had its own private bath. The toilets had two flush settings: light and heavy (or, Number One and Number Two). Live pigs, chickens, cows, horses, donkeys and kitties, plus the aforementioned Etruscan Ruins. It was great.

San Francesco

This is a view of the Montefiascone from San Francesco. We will be visiting Montefiascone in a few days. It is a lovely hill town.

Guillermina is a good kitty.



I miss her a great deal.