I have again returned to this place, in the rolling Southern mountains of Italy.  This mix of medieval and modern, tradition and change.  Surrounded by wind turbines, but grounded in stone.  My culinary adventure is quiet, and makes me content.  Entire days and nights have been spent before plates of food.  Nine courses can be the norm.

I walk most days, in quiet contemplation verging on exhaustion.  The village is comprised of rolling hills and alleys of stone.  Narrow, cool and quiet, surrounded by stone on three sides, sometimes four.  The 20% grade on the local hills will burn those calories away, making the long evening meal well earned.