Friday morning brought a bit of sun and our first guests of the season. It had been a frenetic few weeks at Bellaugello Gay Guest House getting everything ready and preparing for the arrival of the first guys. I am always amazed that no matter how much I fill my days throughout the winter there is ever a seemingly endless list of small jobs that still require attention right up to the last minute.
Mauro is back, (yippee!) he will be here once again for the season and together we welcomed guests and friends and on Friday evening headed into Gubbio for the “Processione di Cristo Morto” which I have described in previous posts.
On our way in to town the skies opened and torrential rain fell and bounced off the streets. We divedd into an enoteca and squashed around a tiny table and downed a couple of glasses of prosecco and enjoyed an aperitivo of prosciutto and pecorino, whilst waiting for the rain to subside.
The crowds began to accumulate so we headed out to grab our vantage point at the corner of Piazza Bosone and whilst struggling with umbrellas attempted to capture the event.
I am a creature of habit and we headed to Ristorante dei Consoli for dinner as ever served by the welcoming Francesca. I like this restaurant as it is on the route of the procession and midway through dinner we were able to see the celebrants still processing in the historic centre.
By Sunday the rain had turned to intermittent hail, but keeping with tradition some of us headed over to a neighbouring organic farm where we have an invitation to join them for Easter Lunch and Egg rolling. Now I never remember the rules of the egg rolling. It does not matter how many times and in what languages they are explained to me I simply do not remember if I should aim to break my egg or aim to roll it intact. Two results, one means that someone in your family will get pregnant, the other that things will stay the same. Needless to say although I lobbed my egg gently it smashed to smithereens. I think that means no babies for me, hooray! Lunch was exquisite and by the time puddings were brought out we were able to enjoy them in the sunshine in the wonderful courtyard at Pratale.
Replete we headed back to Bellaugello Gay Guest House, time for the guys to relax. For Mauro and me to light the sauna, arrange massages and for me to jump into the kitchen to prepare for dinners. More guests were due to arrive late afternoon. I planned a light supper which grew into something rather larger. Alessandro another friend and my yoga master had brought Arancini with him from Rome, Mauro had brought up the most dreamily creamy delicious burrata from Puglia, and my great friend Otto spoilt us all with a superb Passito from Pantelleria;
At midnight we opened Prosecco to celebrate Roberto, another guest’s Birthday, it was a great international party.
I am often asked when the pool at Bellaugello Gay Guest House opens for the season, and how warm it is at various times of the year. I hate being asked questions about the weather. These days as we all know the weather is so totally unpredictable, seasons seem to want to be a mix of every other season. We are all becoming weather obsessed. When I am in charge of the world one of the first things I will implement will be a ban on cellphone weather apps. They are always wrong, constantly changing their predictions, everyone is fixated on them, and their lives revolve around the mis-predicitons, I so despair! The pool is not officially open yet but it did not stop one brave guest sneaking in and taking a dip….
And just because I like it so much here is a short clip of the “Miserere” sung in Gubbio last Friday: