A halcyon day at Bellaugello Gay Guest House, sun shining, guys relaxing around the infinity pool, sunshine, light breeze, all good with the world. Indeed when planning last night’s dinner we had thought to serve it outside on the terrace under the stars, that is our preferred way at Bellaugello.
However at five o’clock the storm clouds rolled in. Bellaugello Gay Bed and Breakfast looks south a commanding position over the Chiascio valley towards Monte Subasio, the hill behind Assisi, and we get good notice of the approaching storms as they roll up the valley.
Two guests leaning against the railings on the upper terrace soon began to enact that famous scene from the movie ‘Titanic’ as Leo holds Kate and the wind ruffles their hair, the gentle breeze strengthening and the dark clouds approaching. Then the skies opened, rain, lots of it, thunder, lightning, and hailstones – yes! hailstones. The electricity flicked off, then on, the rain continued.
Dinner laid up in the dining room luckily I had made bread earlier and most of the meal was to be cooked stove top as the power went off… Mad rush round the electric boards in torrential rain, no, it was not us, there was no current coming into the main supply, obviously an overhead cable had been hit. Back to the kitchen soaking wet, a few candles guttering together with the emergency power fail light giving scant light to the cooking surface..
A tour round the suites, guys making the most of the power-cut 😉 and all ok. Back to the kitchen, and dining room to light lots of candles, then quick dash upstairs to change into some dry clothes and down for aperitivo by candle-light.
And then as the storm rode to the Apennines, the most amazing beetroot coloured clouds, A full house, great guys, all entering into the spirit of the evening. An ‘amuse bouche’ of cappelacci stuffed with mozzarella di bufala and baby tomatoes served by guttering candles then by the time we were serving the black lentil salad from Viterbo the power was restored and stayed on for the reminder of the evening. Where the rain had stopped the wine and conversation flowed, it was a most convivial of evenings, guys from all over the world, huge fun, swapping stories, relating tales, and generally having a great time. We rounded off the evening with a glass of my home-made Limoncello…
This morning, peace, sunshine, mist lingering below in the valley, Bellaugello back to normal,
It is as if last night did not happen!