Art Studio Ginestrelle : named after the flower that covers the mountain yellow in summer: "GINESTRA, A TALL SHRUB WITH YELLOW FLOWERS WITH MEDICINAL USES SUCH AS HYPERTENSITY AND DIARHEE"
High up in the mountain in the National Park I am staying in an old but renovated farmhouse now an art residency. My host is a lovely youg lady: Marina Merli who speaks beautiful english with a lovely italian accent. I flew with Air France and I must say thet the service and crew were great, aircraft modern with a screen attached to your seat, to view your own choice of movie any time during the flight.
From Paris I flew with a smaller aircraft and could not believe the beauty of the landscape when we flew over the Swiss Alps it was like a "chocolate box picture" with snow on the mountain tops....
From Florence I took the train to Assisi and had to transfer at one stage with my heavy suitcase, luckly a young Italian gentlemen helped me get down the staircase to the other side.
Marina fetched me from the train station and now I am here at Ginestrelle!...long way from home but quite content.Had lovely lunch (home coocked) with Marina and her mother today, (with good tasting organic wine from this region ). Amazing how they can still buy fresh organic products from local farmers and neighbours. Also tasted fig jam made by Marina,s mother.
went for a walk and was amazed by the beautful "autumn" colours...yellows, sienna, deep reds and oranges...all my kind of stuff.
My reis tot hiet het als goed afgeloop en ek is dankbaar...
Hier kan n mens stil word en die gejaag van die lewe agter laat. Die koolstoof en die reuk van kos wat kook het my gedagtes ver terug geneem na my oupa en ouma se plaas in die Vrystaat..dis wonderlik hoe ,n reuk mens kan terugneem in tyd.
Ek sien uit daarna om n tydjie hier te spandeer, tyd na aan de natuur en in gesprek met my Here.
Hi ou Nig, maar nou verlang ek. Ek het 'n wonderlike tyd in Italia gehad by die provinsie Presalona , Bergamo, waar ons die Boogskiet Wereld kampioenskap gehad het. Dit was by een van die ski- oorde maar in die somer en die berge daar is asemrowend. Kan jy onthou, my ma-hulle het ook 'n koolstoof gehad en ek moes elke oggend die vuur daarin maak. Later het my pa 'n elektriese stoof ingesit. O, ek wens ek was nou in Italia. Liefde, jou ou Neef Thys
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