Yesterday was the last night in Firenze on what I’m quickly learning is an epic and ambitious trip. The itinerary includes Roma, Firenze, Vinezia and Paris.
We had hit all the main sites on our agenda in Florence and decided to visit one more before departing today. Our “wrong” turn led us up a monstrous hill to see this potter working on a clay teapot. While watching from the street a woman came up and slowly opened the door to the workshop revealing the friendly dog.
The potter started speaking Italian, then when she saw my face, which can best be described as that of a person who is lost, drunk or supremely disoriented, she began speaking English. She said she’d been working on the teapot all day.
“I hate it,” she jokingly growled before picking it up and giving it a look of a displeased parent.
I love it when wrong turns turn out to be the best turns.
On our wiggle toward the border from San Francisco, we stopped outside of Bakersfield to visit my bestie’s (we both refer to each other as bestie) parent’s. After a 6 hour train ride from Oakland, we arrived in Wasco, the former rose capital. Here are a few shots from life on the almond farm.
Next up on Bachelor Basics: Almond Farming 101. I had a fascinating behind-the-scenes look at the life of an almond, from planting, to processing, to packaging.
Dinner out on the farm. Dry rub tri tip with Mexican salad
They even gots a sign!
Farm dog Hunter guarding the pomegranates
The life of a dog.
I’ll take two crates to go. Thanks.
Rows and rows of almond trees
Oranges on the tree. I’ll be back for you in 2 months!
No man’s land
Fresh fruit in the trees. Why would you even go to the grocery?
Dream car. 1955 Porsche Continental
I’m nuts and I know it. But so long as I make ’em laugh, they ain’t going to lock me up.