Leaving
Montespertoli with no regrets the next day, we headed further south to
Montefalco in Umbria, a town that was starting to build a name for itself with a local
wine called Sagrantino.
We were looking forward to the visit as this was an exciting old wine that had recently been 'discovered' and we
were to visit the company mostly responsible for introducing it to the market – Arnaldo Caprai.
Arnaldo Caprai
was a name well known in the silk industry. They manufactured predominantly
silk ties and other silk items. Arnaldo had started the winery many
years ago as a hobby and it had now passed down to his son, who I must admit
was doing a very good job.
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| Marco Caprai |
The winery
was very interesting, there was an experimental vineyard where they trialled all sorts of training methods for the vines and had rows of many
different grape varieties, a wonderful tasting of their range of wines and when
we had finished, a visit to the barrel store underground.
We walked
around the vineyard and learnt about different clones and what grows well
where, we had the tasting – lots of different vintages and various experimental
blends and finally we were to see the barrel store underground. Great.
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| Young vineyards |
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| Acres of vines |
One of our group,
a gentleman well known in the wine industry,
had a problem walking around. He used a stick to assist him when he walked
around and said he would stay upstairs while we saw the cellars, he would be
too much trouble. A very generous act by a kindly old man or was it?
We looked
around the cellars for about 15 minutes and came back up stairs. We noticed there wasn’t a skerrick of wine
left in any of the glasses or bottles, someone had gone round and emptied every
glass, we thought of the obvious – the staff had been around and cleaned up but
why leave the empty glasses? Apparently they hadn’t as we soon realised, ‘John’ had helped himself to the leftover
wine in the bottles and glasses and was fast asleep all on his own. We
discovered later that he was an old soak. (I have since seen him several times and he has given up drinking and he's actually a nice guy).
We continued our magical mystery tour the next day. ICE (Instituto Commerciale Estero) had promised us a truffle hunt
unfortunately they hadn’t confirmed with the owners of the company that it
would take place. Apparently it was the wrong time of year for truffles and instead the
company, Urbani Truffles, had organised a lunch for us. This five course
extravaganza was a fantastic feast of dishes all made with aromatic truffles, each plate more
delicious than the last – even the dessert was truffled gelato with 'fruita delle bosco' (fruit of
the forest). None of us missed the truffle hunt or complained about the hospitality and it is a meal I will
always remember because of the generosity of the people involved and the food.
That night
was to be our last in Umbria and we had been invited to a dinner starring
Italy’s famous Castellucio
Lentils. The dinner,
which was attended by the Italian Minister for Agriculture and other big wigs, was to be prepared
by a world famous chef (who nobody had ever heard of) and like the truffle
dinner, every course would contain
lentils. I felt sorry for the chef having to come up with five different dishes
with this pulse which is really quite boring.
He succeeded
for the first three dishes but faded quickly on the fourth, but his dishes were
not the only thing creating excitement.
We had a
female journalist from Phoenix, Arizona on the trip. She had never travelled
before and we had to stop the coach every couple of hours because she got
car-sick. Dressed like Holly Hobby, the
cartoon character, in her denim dresses and flat shoes and big straw hat, she
had been the target of jokes the whole way through. She seemed to ask silly questions at inappropriate times and she was a real ‘innocent-at-large’.
Her column
in a regional Tuscon paper was used as a filler and we wondered why she had
been invited as there were a lot of better-value journalists who have jumped at the opportunity to
fill her place. She had never left the state of Arizona before so this was a
really big adventure for her.
But let me
set the scene: The dinner was held at a large restaurant with a large outside area where we were served cocktails. We were sat in several groups, my group contained six men, our friend from Arzona and myself. At some stage during the meal my friend got up to go
to the bathroom. In Italy there are some older places where the bathrooms serve
both males and females and in this instant this was the case. It was quite
large with eight cubicles and a large area with vanity units but both men and women used the toilets.
One of our
colleagues in the group, a lecherous Frenchman who had been sitting at another
table, was already in there washing his hands when she entered. He started to
speak to her in French and to be polite, she kept nodding and smiling, unclear
of what he was saying. She claimed that the next thing she knew he was all over
her kissing and pawing her. She ran out of the bathroom and straight back to
the table. She looked awful and her hair was in disarray when she sat down and I asked her ‘what happened'? She started telling me when she realised that all
the men at the table were listening as well. She stopped and told me she would
tell me when we got back to the hotel. She sat through the rest of the meal in
complete silence. It must have been a big, big shock. That night when we finally arrived at the hotel in Sirmione (near Verona) we went to bed while she called her
husband in the USA. The next morning she was on a flight home where she
believed she would be safe. I’ve often thought of her and wondered what is she
doing now, I guarantee she has never left home again.
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