Bolsena

We left Rome for lake in the hills. Lake Bolsena has a town that shares its name. It met all the stereotypes I held for small-town Italy; beautifully quaint archetecture, narrow, winding,cobblestone streets, the best produce, and of course, no where to get food for much of the day and night. Lazy Italians. There is a waterfront, with restaurants and bars. And lots of places to get gelato. Basically, every other storefront in the Italy I have seen is a gelateria.
The place with a pool table (that I did ok on) has one euro wine. Nice. Saturday, I made the soup I like, with red peppers I roast, beans, and some vegetables. It was a hit.

The Swiss people have never been fishing before, and they have 2 poles from their friends.Today, Larsen and I brought one down to the water. He also brought some gross worms that Bjorn bought the previous night. The worms were meal worms- tiny, not the size worms that I think people fish with. And when I would go fishing growing up, we would use fish as bait, or fake lures. Not worms. They gross me out. Anyhow, I was all ready to teach him how to cast, when he insisted one baiting the hook. But he wouldn't touch the worms. I really didn't want to either. He said he would get me a Long Island iced tea if I did it. I tried, but it did not happen. The worms were too small to get on the hook, and they were squirming around so much I couldn't hold on to them for more than 15 seconds. No Long Island. And no more fishing today, since Larsen did not want to do anything for practice. He is under the impression that people who go fishing actually catch fish. Which I know is the case sometimes, but in this lake, nope.

I made 2 pastas- one with veggies in a creamy white, garlic basil sauce, and another simple pasta salad for the next day। I am very happy with how the first one came out, since it was spontaneous, using whatever was around, and it was another hit. Woo hoo! We finally did some fire stuff, on the beach. Rahel used her firehoop for the first time, Bjorn did a fire stick thing, and I used my hoop. They had this pink fuel Larsen bought that smelled like tequila. It is great for beginners who are not used to flames, but for me it was too mild; the flame is not as vibrant and the adrenaline does not hit me as strongly as it does with other fuels. Plus, I hold tequila so dearly to my heart that I don't want to smell a fuel and think of it.

P.S. I really was under the impression that we would be doing fire shows on the street. This is not the case, as of yet. I don't mind though, since I am having fun.