The Last Weekend.

Before we left for winter holidays, 18 of us rented a house in Piemonte and spent the last weekend there together. Along tiny winding roads in the dark, with the Pole Star and an old fashioned map to guide us (GPS what?) with instructions that noted "keep going up is always the correct way" we finally made it to this gorgeous house on top of a hill. Everyone brought all their leftover food and I think all we did was cook and eat. Very appropriate for ending our UNISG year. 

 We played football until we ran out of breath (3 minutes later), 

  took a walk until we saw the snow covered Alps in the distance, 

 tried unsuccessfully to visit a Robiola di Roccaverano DOP cheese maker, ate snow, 

laughed, cried, smoked out the pizza oven, 

 ate some more (just some of the food that was brought), cooked some more, 

 ate Polly's Pancakes from NH (hello, Erns), made bread, 

 my bread was incredibly edible, 

 played cards and solitaire,

 ate some more,

 drank Piemonte wine and Irish coffees, 

 "Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat."— Alex Levine

 danced, reminisced, played dj,

  wrote Tuscany reports, tried not to get shot by hunters,

 ate, drank and laughed all weekend.

xoxox