|Our own hotspot. On the right is our MiFi that we’ve rented from XCom Global providing us with high speed Internet connection worldwide. Unfortunately, due to our current location in the mountains of Tuscany, we’re unable to get a good signal.|
What a day! When the wireless broadband went down last night we were worried. Our MiFi, unable to pick up a signal since we arrived in Boveglio, for which we continue to pay monthly rental fees, recently has been a source of frustration.
Sending it back to the company for the $79.00 shipping fees each way made no sense. We’ll need it again in 60 days plus, when we venture out from Boveglio and… if we get low enough in the mountains, we do receive a signal for use with our smartphones. This enables us full access to Google Maps while driving and the Internet for points of interest and information on the areas we’re visiting.
Most likely , we’ll be needing it again when we arrive in Kenya (where we’ll have a better connection. It’s the mountains impeding the signal in Tuscany).
To further clarify for new readers, there are two ways we can connect to the Internet while living in our vacation homes worldwide:
1. Through wireless broadband available at the property (a criteria for us in our travels) similar to what you are using to access the Internet from your home or office.
2. Utilizing a MiFi, a wireless portable wireless credit card-sized device that we rent monthly. We cannot purchase the unit due to the unique contracts that XCOM GLOBAL has arranged with Internet providers all over the world (in most countries) that provide the device with the signal, once we’ve charged it and turned it on to connect wirelessly with our laptops, smart phones, and other wireless devices. It’s battery lasts approximately three hours and then must be charged again for another three hours. We are able to use it while charging.
As we drove higher and higher into the mountains of Tuscany on June 16, 2013, we’d hoped we’d continue to receive a signal all the way up on the winding mountain roads. About 25 minutes before arriving in Boveglio, we lost the signal, never to return.
Thus, we’ve became dependent upon the wireless broadband available in our temporary home which the owners, Lisa and Luca. assured us would provide a good signal 24/7 during our stay. Unfortunately, they have no control on outages experienced by the local provider in the region.
Apparently, last night around 11:00 PM, service to the general area experienced an outage. Awaking this morning we were disappointed to discover that there still was no service.
Of course, we became worried, concerned that it could be a week or more until it was restored, as had been the case when the cable TV service went out just before we arrived leaving us with no TV until about a week ago. There are only two English speaking programs available, Bloomberg TV and MSNBC, both news channels. \With these two news channels we are able to be aware of what is transpiring in the US and worldwide, important as we travel to some high risk areas.
We had no expectations of watching regular US programming while in many countries. For entertainment purposes, which we all need from time to time, when we want to wind down and relax, we’d downloaded a few hundred shows and movies on our “MY PASSPORT,” a two terabyte external hard drive, its shows to be saved for days like today…rainy, cold, windy, and no connection.
Some have asked, “Why do we need to be online so much of the time?” There are several reasons for us:
1. To be able to write and post this blog.
2. To be able to maintain contact with family and friends via email and Skype at all times.
3. To be able to maintain financial matters, all of which are available online: banking, investing, credit cards, payments for future rentals and transportation, etc.
4. To be able to receive and view our online “snail mail” from our mailing service.
5. To be able to investigate further locations we hope to visit in the future.
6. To book hotels and transportation getting us from place to place.
7. Organizing and arranging maps and points of interest for our weekly excursions away from our temporary home.
8. Look up medical questions, instructions, recipes and language translation.
9. Download books to read. (Once downloaded, no Internet connection is required).
10. Book reservations for restaurants. Had we not done this for dining out last Saturday, we’d have been turned away at the restaurant, as we observed happening to other “walk-in” diners.
11. Staying in touch with the property owners of upcoming rentals, asking questions, making future payments.
12. Entertainment. When all else is said and done, playing with our computers is enjoyable: games, streaming radio and TV shows, watching movies, staying in touch with family and friends via Facebook or, simply reading the wealth of information at our fingertips, keeping our brains active and hungering for more knowledge.
Yes, we prefer to be outdoors as much as possible on a warm days experiencing our surroundings. But days like today, remind us how much we utilize this amazing tool, the Internet, that honestly, without it we’d have had a lot less enthusiasm or interest in traveling the world.
We often speak of how difficult and cumbersome arranging long term travel was for our ancestors. How they ever managed is beyond us.
Some travelers use travel agencies which are quickly becoming obsolete with the advent of the Internet growing worldwide. With the complexity of our travels, we definitely prefer to take responsibility for making our own arrangements, connecting all the dots along the way. (Although, we’ve used Joaquin at Vacations to Go for all of our cruises and will continue to do so).
Also, travel agents don’t often handle the single family vacation homes we’ve been able to find and subsequently rent for our preferred periods of time.
How did we entertain ourselves today while “out of touch?” We washed more laundry, finding covered spots in which to dry it considering the inclement weather.
We made a great breakfast of scrambled eggs with sautéed onions and Crimini mushrooms with Emmenthuler cheese and a side of Italian sausage and regular bacon which we were surprised to find at the grocery store in Pescia. Together, we chopped vegetables for tonight’s dinner.
We found a deck of cards and played “Gin” for several hours for the first time in many years. We’d forgotten the rules, playing anyway and it all came back to us. We weren’t able to look up the rules online! I won.Tom forgot that he always won years ago. I’m a lousy loser.He’s worse.
Feeling frustrated for a lack of entertainment for Saturday night and not wanting to drive the winding roads that had many warning signs, “Slippery when wet,” we’d decided to stay in tonight. Preferring to save our downloaded books in the event it could be a long period without Internet, we hesitated to spend the entire evening reading.
For the first time since we left Scottsdale, Arizona at the end of December 2012, I plugged in My Passport, external hard drive, browsing to determine which shows and movies we might watch tonight.
Actually, with no TV at all in Kenya, we’d hope to save all the downloaded videos to watch during the almost three months we’ll be living there. Ah, what the heck! Tonight would be the perfect night to watch a few!
Moments after plugging the device into my computer, I heard the familiar little sound of an arriving email. “We’re back on!” I yelled out to Tom, causing him to be startled. Yes, we were back on.
Quickly, I sat down in this not-so-comfy kitchen chair and began typing away, anxious to let our readers that we’re still here. Some readers, who hadn’t received the automatic emails (which is now working again) assumed that we’d either fallen off the steep road while driving or we’d quit writing.
I’ll promise this, dear readers… If we don’t write a word for two or more days, either we’re traveling (it takes two calendar days to arrive in Kenya), the Internet is down or something unfortunate has happened to us. In every case, we will post at the first opportunity, sharing the story and photos describing our absence.
“Consistency” is our middle name or, if you’d prefer the less braggadocios version…we’re rampant creatures of habit. We don’t expect that traveling the world will ever change that!
|I’d expected to see more hanging laundry this morning, hoping to take photos. But, it was early morning. This was the only hanging item I found on my walk. Perhaps others have similar slow working front-loading washers with the first batch of the day still agitating.|
It’s rather odd not to have a clothes dryer. Neither of us has hung clothes on a clothesline since the 1950s. We haven’t had access to a clothes dryer since we left the US in January 2013.
|Our small clothes “dryer.”|
Who knew in our comfy lives in the US that a dryer was a hot commodity? I guess we always took it for granted. Today’s dilemma? With this small portable clothes drying rack, where do we hang the big sheets? This morning I ran around looking out the windows to see if a normal clothesline existed on the grounds.
|Are the vine wires a clothesline option in the garden? Nope, too high to reach.|
The only possibility of a clothesline that I could see were the bare wires hung in an area of the garden for growing vines, none of which were covered yet. Could we use those? Tom, insisting that we investigate before we assume the wires were acceptable for our use, we headed down the hilly walk to the garden.
|Harder to reach “wires” in the yard, again unsuitable for hanging clothes.|
Walking around the yard, closest to the house, there was no clothesline to be found. The cables were too high to reach, leaving us stuck with the tiny rack or any possible railings. Having intended to wash two more loads today, my plans are dashed. Certainly, whatever spot we discover, won’t leave room for hanging addition wet laundry.
|Early morning venture to the garden. Cloudy day.|
As we wandered around the world so far, we’ve observed that most people hang their laundry over window ledges, veranda railings, and across any appendages that may offer a holding place with sun, a breeze, or both.
|As we walked to the garden we noticed these live vines over a doorway to another “attached house. Tom grumbled, “You’d never catch me walking through those vines each time I went outside!” I thought they were cute.|
As we strive to adapt, we find ourselves in a quandary at times as to acceptable solutions (does it fit the local etiquette?) as well as practical solutions (does it work for us?).
|I took this unfamiliar walkway wondering what was on the other end.|
At times, the answer seemed obvious, but we also ask, “Is this acceptable to the owner of the property?” After all, we are “renters,” a state of being neither of us has experienced in over 40 years, constantly striving to be considerate and careful with other people’s property.
With the front-loading washer it took over two hours to wash one load. The manual to the washer, of course, is in Italian. Making every effort to translate it using Google Translate, there appeared to be no shorter setting that produced a strong spin.
|This entrance appeared well maintained.|
Our first few loads came out sopping wet before we translated the manual and figured out a spinning cycle. Not wanting to start over, it took two days for the items to dry.
|A moment later, I was walking on another narrow passageway. It was like a maze. Of course, I was concerned, I didn’t get lost which appears possible. I have no sense of direction, never have. Tom’s good for that!|
When we made our plans over a year ago I had fully intended to learn Italian using an online course I downloaded. Time slipped away and it often does and I know only the minimum. In two months, we’ll leave Italy. In a short time, I’ll have forgotten my desire to learn Italian, facing yet another language to fuss over.
|The entrances to many homes are particularly appealing to the eye.|
Never staying in one location for more than three months, inspires me to let go of the angst over not learning a country’s language. Instead, we focus on doing the best we can to communicate while enjoying our time enmeshed in the culture and its people.
|This was the view over the railing, tile rooftops, green valleys, clouds rolling in over the hills.|
Soaping up a few paper towels I headed to the veranda washing the railing which wasn’t as dirty as I’d expected. It will be a good place to hang the sheets. It’s not sunny but it is breezy, accomplishing two of our laundry hanging criteria. Oh good grief, there’s a plan for everything!
|Looking down as I take each careful step hopefully prevents clumsy me from falling on the uneven stone walkways. On the way back up, I have the momentum of the climb to aid in sure-footedness.|
Taking a break from writing this today, I ventured out on my walk, snapping a few photos, greeting a few neighbors with a hearty “buon giorno,” hoping not to sound like a fool, puffing and panting, all the while.
|What a morning! What a view!|
Today, I traveled further than in the past and found several narrow roads I’d yet to explore, with a renewed enthusiasm to venture further and further each time as my ability to climb these hills improves.
|Some property owners cordon off their lawns and patios for privacy.|
|Dog, “cane” on my return walk. No leash laws in Tuscany.|
After all, the road of exploration never ceases to amaze me and…never seems to end. Now, off we go to hang the sheets! See the photos below.
|Impeding our view for the day, if we decide to sit outside in the cool weather we’ve had since Monday. But, well worth using this railing for the hanging. Clouds hovering above may put a “damper” on our sheet drying.|
|Its a guy thing. I suggested using the rain gutter. Tom ran to get the hangers to avoid getting the sheets dirty. Then, he moved the table and chairs to ensure the sheets didn’t touch the tabletop.|
|Our view of Boveglio from the winding road as we began our descent to Pescia.|
Pescia, a larger village with a population of approximately 20,000, is located 35 minutes south of Boveglio, our destination today. Less on a mission to explore historic villages, we chose Pescia to find a larger grocery shopping that may have offer some of the items we’d yet to find at the medium sized grocery store in Collodi or at Vivienne’s tiny store in Benabbio.
Dining out only twice in the 11 days since we arrived on June 16th, with few restaurants in the immediate area, we’ve cooked the remainder of our meals.Delighted with the quality of ingredients we’ve purchases, the use of our own herb garden on the patio, cooking has been relatively easy. It helps that I love to cook. Its also helps that Tom is an enthusiastic stirrer, chopper and dicer.
Food is a big deal when traveling. As our dear friends Peggy and Lane mentioned in an email to us in the past few days, the food was a motivating factor in their visit to Tuscany some time ago…the pasta, the bread…and of course the wine, none of which we consume.
|We took this photo when we found a spot to stop as we maneuvered the winding road. This is the little village, Boveglio where we’ll live for the summer that we can see on the ascent back up the mountain after grocery shopping in Pescia.|
Why would we choose such a place to visit in light of the fact that we exclude these wonderful items from our diets? The areas we’ve chosen to visit provided an appeal for us in their rich history, their people, the overall beauty, its abundant wildlife and prolific vegetation.
Years ago, I gave up drinking alcohol for health reasons although on a rare occasion I may have a “taste.” Sadly, the taste of a good red wine sends my taste buds on a holiday, often inspiring me to drink two or three glasses in a sitting.
The end result? A horrifying hangover, starting in the middle of the night, keeping me awake, plaguing me during the day with thirst, general malaise and constant discomfort, only to dissipate after the second night’s sleep.
|Zooming in Boveglio from the winding road. Its interesting how many of the single homes in Tuscany actually share a common wall and yet they are considered single family homes.|
It’s just not worth it to me to lose a day of my life feeling out of sorts from drinking a few glasses of wine. For this reason, I said goodbye to wine years ago. Occasionally, I may consume a light beer when not the designated driver. There again, if I have two beers as opposed to one, I’m a mess the next day.
Tom doesn’t care for wine although he has the tough he-man constitution to handle it well. Instead, he prefers a good beer or cocktail on occasion, never suffering from a hangover. His preferred drink of choice is odd: Courvoisier and Sprite on the rocks, lots of rocks. The questioning look from bartenders is amusing as he tries to explain this peculiar concoction.
Food, as opposed to wine, with its necessity of sustaining life, becomes a huge factor in most of our lives not only for sustenance but for pleasure, for interacting, for celebration and for many, for reward.
|Driving around Pescia for a restaurant that served breakfast was fruitless. Italians drink espresso or a coffee concoctions with a small pastry for breakfast. One won’t find bacon, eggs and pancakes at any Italian restaurant unless staying at an “Americanized” hotel.|
Perhaps, our distance from the larger city restaurants may prove to have made my restrictive diet easier to maintain in our two and a half months in Tuscany. With our limited experience in dining out so far, we’ve realized the difficultly of my having an opportunity to partake of the foods indigenous to the area.
Cooking our own meals adapting recipes to fit the array of special meats, cheeses, sauces, produce and spices one finds in Italy, provides us both with a sense of the true flavor of the region, although certainly not as rich and fulfilling as one may experience in local restaurants.
|Giving up on the idea of breakfast, we decided to take advantage of our proximity to a grocery store in Pescia, the largest we’ve found so far stocked full of fabulous produce, meats, deli and general merchandise.|
This is the nature of our lives, our chosen path to travel the world with these limitations, adapting in the best ways we can and, above all, not complaining in the process.
We’ve done this well, not making food our main area of focus. Any yet, we shop, chop, dice and stir with the same enthusiasm as a cook with less restrictions. Dinner time for us is as enjoyable as for others dining in a local restaurant with the freedom of choice.
|Amid all the charming old buildings there are abandoned apartments and commercial buildings.|
Last night, as the smell of our chicken with homemade pesto topped with the finest cheeses and fresh herbs filled our senses with anticipation, leaving us heady and anxious for the first (and last) bite. r hearty plates of fresh organic vegetables and salad added perfectly to the mix. Do we miss pasta, bread and wine? Not at all. It never enters our minds.
So today, off to the big grocery store in Pescia, we were content. The only items we couldn’t find… Tom’s preferred powdered non-dairy creamer for his coffee (I use real cream, here non-pasteurized, spoils quickly) and Crystal Lite Ice Tea.
|Many of the villages, such as neighboring Colognora are imbedded into the hillside have a clock tower, many of which continue to chime centuries later.|
Tom also warned me about an article he’d read that clearly stated that grocery shoppers don’t mess with the produce: no squeezing, no holding it in one’s hand spending time checking out it’s quality and viability.
“Put on a plastic glove, place the item in a plastic bag provided, weigh the item(s) on the scale which prints a price sticker after selecting the item from a list and carefully place the sticker on the plastic bag ensuring it won’t fall off.” OK. I did this!
|Many simpler less decorous homes are adorned with flowers of the season.|
Today, we purchased a small bottle to try of the Italian version of Crystal Lite, already prepared lemon flavored iced tea. We’ll see if we like it. We’re fast running out of the Crystal Lite packets we brought with us.
With a backup plan in place, we may end up ordering the Iced Tea online and having it shipped to us while we’re here, not the worst solution, albeit pricey. But there again, it leaves us more to pack. Our rationale? We don’t have to give up everything we like! This life we’ve chosen is not punishment or banishment from all familiar products. We feel we’ve adapted quite well without most of our “creature comforts.”
|Apparently, a devastating storm had an effect on vegetation in the area. Piles of wood indicate it may have occurred in the past few years.|
Shopping in a totally non-English speaking environment is challenging especially for the few packaged or bottled items we may use, although we’ve be able to decipher many of the verbiage on the labels. Buying meat, dairy and produce is a breeze.
Tom recently read that there are strict etiquette rules in Italy. For some of these in regard to dining out click here.
The big challenge today was determining which coin we had to place in the lock of the grocery store cart to free it from the bunch in the parking lot for our use. The amount wasn’t posted. A kindly woman stopped by (no English), giving me the single Euro required when I handed her two Euro $.50 in its place.
|With the warmer weather and the long ride back, Tom drove fast on the long stretches making it difficult for me to take photos. On the narrow winding stretches of road, there was no safe way to stop.|
When bagging our plethora of groceries, for which they took a credit card (yeah!), the checker counted the plastic bags we used, charging us Euro $.35 for the seven plastic bags which translate to about US $.45.
Yes, it cost about US $2 right out of the chute for the cart and the bags. A consolation is that the cost of food is about 20% less from the US which certainly makes up for the difference.
|Even the less appealing is appealing in its own way.|
Our average food bill is running at approximately $200 per week including dining out twice. We’re satisfied with that as it falls in line with the $2400 we’ve budgeting for food, eating in or out, for the 12 weeks we’ll be here.
I should mention that we only eat twice a day, a hearty breakfast and dinner. Neither of us are hungry again until dinner. Our way of eating has a propensity to kill the appetite for hours after eating with nary a thought about a “snack.” Plus, we no longer have any dessert after dinner, especially now that we dine around 7:00 PM most nights, preferring not to retire on a full belly.
|One’s reactions must be quick when encountering a batch of road signs such as this. The winding road often prevents turning around for another look.|
With all the groceries put away in our tiny refrigerator and freezer, we’re content to spend what remains of the day, taking care of necessary business matters, prepping for tonight’s dinner, reading our books and catching up on US news. Tom found an English speaking news channel on the now working old fashioned TV! We’re so out of the loop these days!
|Lisa and Luca presented us with this basket of cherries from the tree growing in our yard, after they’d seen us admiring the tree. Lisa, speaking no English and us, no Italian, it was impossible to explain my restrictive diet that forbids any fruit sugars. Tom, fortunately, may have a few each day, while I’ve merely enjoyed their beauty.We thanked them profusely, impressed by the thoughtfulness they have shown each day since we’ve arrived. For more information on Lisa and Luca and their properties, visit them at their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/casasottolatorre.villabasilica?fref=ts|
|It appeared that this house may be occupied, one of few dilapidated entrances in the area.|
Without a health club within an hour’s drive from Boveglio and certainly not carrying any exercise equipment in our limited space for packing, I was in a quandary arriving here 10 days ago.
|This hill is much steeper in person than it appears here.|
|Many individual houses are attached, a common occurrence we’ve observed in certain areas of the world, such as Dubrovnik and Mykonos.|
Having worked out most of my adult life, the thought of not having access to a facility and equipment for my twice-weekly High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) worried me. Some time ago, I changed my workout routine, as I’ve mentioned here in the past to concur with the research presented in Jonathan Bailor’s Smarter Science of Slim, a profound life-changing book of both healthful diet and exercise.
|Rushing by this flowering plant to avoid the hovering bees, I caught a whiff of pure heaven.|
|Obviously, no cars fit between these narrow pathways to the houses. Its no wonder that the Italian people appear slim and fit. The parking area, as for us, is a bit of a hike from the house. Add the hills to the walk and it becomes quite a workout on a regular basis.|
With a medical condition that has since been resolved after almost two years of a strict adherence to my diet, combined with exercise, not being able to do so, is a big deal to me. After days of becoming familiar with our house and the neighborhood, a solution to this dilemma presented itself.
|More blooming flowers. In a few days, the many lavender bushes in our yard begin to bloom. Photos to follow. I wish we could do online “scratch and sniff” for the sweet smells in Tuscany.|
HIIT required excruciating workouts at the maximum possible energy expenditure for 10 minutes twice a week, utilizing as many muscles as possible, working to the point of exhaustion. This has been easily accomplished at a health club by performing a series of specific exercises, working for the major muscle groups.
|Ah, a flat stretch on which I can catch my breath.|
In conjunction with HIIT’s strenuous short bursts of exercise is combined with a commitment to expending approximately 10,000 steps per day, one can maintain an excellent level of fitness. The steps per day, in part, are accomplished by walking in this lengthy house along with going up and down the many flights of steps indoors and outside all day.
Add a daily walk in the steepest neighborhood I’ve ever seen, walking briskly up the hills, twice a week, while on a more normal walk the remaining days and I’ll almost be where I need to be.
|This is my favorite hill (yea, right!)|
I recently found two identical weight logs for the fireplace in the wood pile which I’m using for my twice-weekly HIIT arm exercises. And, I’ve instituted the dreaded lunges twice a week.
|The weight lifting logs, the perfect weight, considering my bum shoulder which seems to be improving.|
|Maintaining a sure footing on this walk is more important than the exercise factor. The stone walkways are rugged and uneven inspiring me to keep my eyes down as much as possible.|
The hills? The most difficult of my routine. Walking down is easy. It’s the trip back up that pushes me to my limit, exactly what I need. Tom prefers to lounge at home while I’m on this twice-weekly mission. But, he will walk with me on the less strenuous days.
Good grief. He’s walking, something he swore he’d never do. I’m thrilled about that! He’s now back down to his 45-pound weight loss after dining-at-will on each of our eight cruises and now eating mostly what I do for the past 10 days.
|Nothing like stopping for a sniff along the way.|
Yesterday afternoon, alone on my strenuous day walk, I took these photos on the way down, many of which don’t fully illustrate the intensity of the walkways. On the way back up I stay focused and stop only for a moment to catch my breath if necessary. My goal is to be able to make it back up without a single breath-catching stop which I should be able to accomplish within a week or two.
Tom quit smoking for hopefully the final time shortly before we left Minnesota in October. He now walks several times a week, mostly when we are exploring. He’s rid of 45 pounds of belly fat. He’s relaxed and relatively stress-free (except for hauling luggage on moving days) and most of all, like me, happy.
|This old tracker and trailer occupies a spot in the shared parking area.|
Perhaps, we’ll be lucky that all of this attention to health will ultimately pay off with long and healthy lives. All of our efforts are, by no means, a guarantee that we’ll avoid illness or injury, not for us, not for anyone. But, somehow, it may prove to be instrumental in our continued enjoyment of the quality of our lives into our old (older) age.
|An inviting doorway. Wonder what’s on the other side?|
Also, when a basket of cherries can offer so much joy, even if they are “to look,” not “to touch,” it must have a positive effect on our well being. It’s the simple things in life, isn’t it?
Soon, I’ll climb up to our “terrazzo” on the dangerous steps over the stone stairway, hang a batch of laundry that is currently in the washer and pick a big batch of basil for tonight’s dinner of boneless chicken breasts topped with the finest locally made mozzarella cheese and my own homemade pesto, a huge side salad with homemade dressing and a platter of steamed veggies. Yes, it is, the simple things…
|This was the first bridge we drove across to arrive in the center of the town.|
|The view as we approached Bagni di Lucca, not the same town as Lucca, itself, which we’ll also visit in the near future.|
|Notice the “no honking” sign.|
|The vegetation was so thick as we drove along the Lima River while entering Bagni di Lucca, this was the best shot we could get until we arrived closer to the town.|
Awakening early Monday morning, Tom suggested, “Let’s hit the road!”
Anxious to begin touring the many towns of Tuscany, an hour later, after a hearty breakfast, we were on our way, choosing the historic village of Bagni di Lucca for a few reasons; one, its river and bridges and two, its relatively close proximity…as the crow flies.
|The last portion of the road as we began the descent into Bagni di Lucca.|
|The street is so narrow it only allows for one way traffic at a time at the upcoming “T”. As a result, we sat at this light for no less than 7 minutes.|
If we thought the drive to Boveglio to Benabbbio or Bovelgio to Collodi was winding and treacherous, we were kidding ourselves! Never, in either of our lives, have we seen or experienced more hairpin turns, winding, hilly roads than along the drive today.
|Many of these building appear newer, although less interesting from the exterior. But many of them are hundreds of years old, built to last with simple exterior design, common in different times.|
Tom, good driver that he is, and considerate of my tentativeness and, duh, our lives, drove carefully putting my mind at ease. The scenery along the road warranted photos but with literally nowhere to stop, we missed many good shots.
|Hairpin turns, every few minutes.|
|Historic ruins along the banks of the river remain a part of the properties (circa 1900’s) built over the centuries.|
|With little rain recently, the river bed was sparse of water in parts, the snows having melted some time ago.|
|Former Minnesota fishing enthusiasts, we couldn’t resist this fish as it swam in the Lima River, as we watched from the shore.|
|Outdoor cafes never cease to delight us, a novelty from whence we came.|
Of course, once we arrived in Bagni di Lucca, we stopped many times visiting the historic sites, walking on narrow foot bridges across rivers, walking along the boulevards, all the while “ooh-ing” and ahh-ing” over one thrilling moment after another.
How could any region be as breathtaking as Tuscany?
Over and over, I find myself saying, “How could we have lived our lives without seeing Tuscany?” Its unique lush mountainous greenery caresses one charming Tuscan building after another. Even the old dilapidated buildings are awe inspiring.
|It wasn’t easy to walk past this bakery. The smell of fresh baked pastries wafted through the air.|
Everywhere we walked, the sweet smell of blooming flowers filled our nostrils as we sucked in the heady perfume of Mother Nature. Add the meticulous loving care the people of Toscana exercise to maintain its centuries old demeanor and style and you have one of the most enticing areas in the world.
|The sprawling Lima River seems to provide a backdrop for most of the interesting and historical buildings.|
With much world ahead of us yet to see, we have no doubt that the memories we’ll gather from our short two and a half months in Tuscany will remain with us forever.
|Pretty mountain village, a mixture of old and newer buildings.|
The following well written story Tom found online about Bagni di Lucca was taken from a real estate website, Casa Tuscany, that we found describes it best. We borrowed these two photos. All of the other photos are our own.
“One of the oldest and most famous towns in the province of Lucca, Bagni di Lucca is easily reached off the SS12, just past the Devil’s Bridge. This once-grand spa town has always been known for its curing waters, appreciated even in Roman times.
Bagni di Lucca was frequented for centuries by noblemen and famous people and became known as the land of princes and poets. It became extremely fashionable during the 19th century when it became the meeting place for such distinguished people as the poets Byron, Shelley, Browning, Lever, Giusti, Monti, Carducci, Pascoli, Montale, writers such as Dumas, musicians such as Strauss, Listz, Paganini, Puccini, Mascagni and politicians, saints and popes. Heine described it as “a true and proper sylvan paradise. I have never found a valley more enchanting, even the mountains are nobly formed and not bizarre and Gothic like those in Germany.”
The English came to know Bagni di Lucca as the ‘Switzerland of Tuscany’ and its prestige at that time led to the construction of an Anglican church, an important suspension bridge, the Ponte delle Catene, a neo-classical temple and the Villa Demidoff, the casino, where roulette was invented in 1837, the Circolo dei Forestieri, the foreigners club, now an upmarket river-front restaurant and numerous important villas immersed in greenery.
Also characteristic are the feudal and medieval structures of the mountain villages, rich in history, traditions, legends, and some with Romanesque parish churches, such as Vico Pancellorum and Pieve di Controne.”
Now, with a plan to continue to reach out to more villages in Tuscany, week by week, we find ourselves considering that we may not choose to drive the huge distances to the tourist packed areas in Italy, perhaps focusing our attention around Florence and Tuscany. After all, our plan all along has been to do “what feels right to us” as opposed to “what others think we should do.”
|Walking across this foot bridge we commented about its sturdy feel. Looking online, we found this story about the “New Stress Ribbon Pedestrian Bridge.”|
Yes, we’re happy we had the opportunity to experience Venice. But, the crowds were such a damper to our visit with tourists at one’s elbow at every step. A gondola ride, once savored as a “must do” became dull and uninteresting in the massive “traffic jams” we witnessed on the canals.
|Danita Delimont Bridge was built in the 1700’s. Walking across we were impressed by its strength and stability.|
|This old bridge couldn’t have been more well preserved while maintaining the significance of its historical design.
Google Translate wouldn’t translate this for us. Anyone want to assist?
Here in Boveglio, there are few tourists, no crowds, no waiting in line. We may be two of a handful of tourists. There are a few B & B’s in the general area. We’ve yet to speak to one English speaking tourist or resident. For us, this adds to our experience.
|The only spot where we saw rapids on the Lima River.|
Without a doubt, we’ve loved all of the fun and interesting people that we’ve met on our eight cruises, many of whom we will remain in touch with by email and our blog. However, in one’s everyday life, one doesn’t necessarily make new friends every few months.
|This riverfront property, although appearing newer, could well have been 200 years old.|
Many friends we know and love, seldom entertain or socialize beyond an occasional get together, often as infrequently as once or twice a year. In most cases, this is the norm for middle aged and older people instead spending more time with family.
|The footbridge lead to the past behind me, where we wandered around.|
|As we stepped off the footbridge, we noticed this rushing water channel alongside the river.|
Social butterflies that we are, we fully enjoyed the interactions on the cruises, but are quite content just being together, day after day, in our own little world, that, in essence with readers all over the world may not be so small after all. We don’t feel isolated.
|Tom, at the park by the river. One of our readers made a comment that his white tennis shoes are a dead ringer for a tourist. Apparently, Europeans wear darker colored shoes. Although, we’re not ashamed to be tourists, spending money and savoring every moment in the current country in our journey.|
Of course, we miss our family and friends and always will, staying in touch by Skype and email as much as possible. Someday, we will settle down, where we don’t know at this point nor do we worry about that eventuality. Most likely, our staying put, wherever that may be, will add to our accessibility to our family members and hopefully our friends.
|We called this a “camouflage” tree, based on the coloration and pattern of the bark.|
For now, we continue on, with our new plan to further explore Tuscany upon awakening any morning, knowing today is the day to go, grab a map, load up in our iced tea, my tube of lipstick (no purse), our camera and Tom’s excellent driving skills to venture out on more of these crazy roads.
|Building a park around a historical structure is common from what we’ve seen of the world thus far. Hard to read signs prevented us from determining the origin of this structure.|
That, my friends, is what being retirement is all about…doing exactly what we choose each and every day, health providing, funds well-managed, rental car gassed up, and an easy spirit in our hearts to live life to the fullest, for as long as we can.
|Sign near exit to footbridge.|
Thank you, Bagni di Lucca, for yet another memorable day.
|The humid valley as we drove back. Later in the day it rained with thunder and lightening, the first time since we arrived. The humidity is high each day due to the vegetation although not uncomfortable. The fresh smog free air makes taking a deep breath refreshing and energizing.|
|Off we go, back to the hairpin turns and our carefully executed return drive to Boveglio, our new home.|
|Aware that last night was the night of the full “Super Moon” we kept a watchful eye as the sun began to set behind the mountains. We hoped that redness in the sky would indicate a bit of warmth today, but its quite cool as it was yesterday was a sweater day.|
|We love photos of the moon, although my photo taking skills are limited.|
|Moments later, the clouds moving quickly.
Yesterday, a cool day, kept us indoors part of the day, with the veranda calling us to bundle up and partake of the beauty around us. The brisk winds whipped around us as we huddled in our now “usual” spots overlooking the mountains and valleys of Tuscany.
How quickly we forget the “chill” in Minnesota, finding ourselves whining about 55 degrees and a breeze! We have been in relatively warm weather since last November, ranging from a low of 55 (Tuscany, yesterday) to a high of 105 (Dubai, a month ago), certainly nothing to complain about.
With no air conditioning or fans in this house in Boveglio, we should be grateful for the cool nights. When we arrived over a week ago, it was in the high 80’s during the day, leaving us comfortable both day and night. The three foot stone walls of this solid house provide a definite cooling effect.
Last night after a fabulous dinner of homemade Italian meatballs made with herbs from our own garden on our patio, topped with Marinara sauce, stuffed with fresh, locally made mozzarella balls, topped with Provolone and Parmesan cheese, a side of fresh organic asparagus and a lofty salad, we felt a walk would be in order.
|This window is above the stairwell that goes down to the basement where we wash clothes and access the main door.|
As the sun started to set, as we anxiously awaited the appearance of the “Super Moon,” we walked up and down the various areas of the expansive yard with more growing gardens at our disposal.
|Tom suggested we take this shot again. The last one we posted was unreadable due to the glare of the sun during the day.|
A few special areas caught our eye. Although it was almost dark, we delighted in taking these nighttime shots of what we termed, “A Nighttime Garden in Tuscany.”
Learning to take photos has been a daunting task for me. When we acquired our new camera in April, we’d decided not to take the time to edit any of the photos.
|More herbs for our pleasure in the enormous backyard.|
If a photo appears blurry from my lack of experience and unsteady hand, it is tossed into the recycle bin. Otherwise, you see them all here, some good, some not so good and some, often to my surprise, quite good.
|Is this perhaps an old fashioned “courting bench?” I wonder what stories this could tell.|
Continuing to experiment with the zillions of settings on the camera, I’ve yet to find the perfect combination but continue to try. It astounds me that I do continue to try since I’m the sort who, if not naturally good at something, can easily move on to something else. Photo taking doesn’t come naturally for me.
|Soon, these cherries will be ripe. Due to my restrictive diet I can’t eat any fruit, but my eyes behold their beauty with great admiration.|
|Is this a pear tree? Pears didn’t grow in Minnesota from my recollection. We’ll verify our finds next time Lisa or her mother tend the gardens.|
|With no cookbooks with me, I’ll be researching online for new recipes to make use of the wide array or herbs growing everywhere.|
|Years ago, I was obsessed with Vinca Vines, growing this variegated leaf plant everywhere, including indoors where surprisingly, when watered frequently, they did quite well during the Minnesota winters. To see them here brought a warm feeling for my sister Julie, who shared my passion for Vinca Vines.|
|Anyone recognize these flowers? Please comment if so.|
|Even a vine wrapping around a branch held special interest for us last night in the dark.|
|Sorry. This is the second showing of these precious flowers by our mailbox. Gee, can we get mail here? Supplies would be in order to take to Africa where we think we can’t get mail.
After taking photos on the grounds, we found our way to our usual spot on the veranda, awaiting the appearance of the “Super Moon.” As we sat down, we were disappointed when we didn’t see the moon in the same spot as the previous night.
With many clouds in the sky, it didn’t appear to be enough to obstruct its view. Waiting patiently, chatting away, we squealed when suddenly it appeared to our left, big, bold and bright. Having yet to learn all the proper settings for moonlight, we winged it getting these, although not as clear and bright as we’d have liked, leaving us with a reminder of this special night for us in Boveglio, Lucca, Tuscany.
Sooner or later, I’ll get it right.
Actually, so far, every night has been special in Tuscany.
Ugh, is that a plane, a bug or an alien spaceship? Note the double exposure of the moon toward the center. Bear with me. I’m working on it.
|As we began the drive to Benabbio…|
As thoughts run through our minds that echo “this is why we are traveling the world” we sat on the outdoor cafe of Il Cavallino Bianco Restaurant, (the small white horse, a memory of one of the two owners, Alessandro) in Benabbio, Lucca, Toscana, Italy, waiting for the church bells to ring at 7:30 pm, when the restaurant upstairs opens for dinner.
|The café and entrance to the only restaurant within a 1/2 hour drive from Boveglio, Il Cavallino Bianco, quaint and charming, to say the least.|
We’ve discovered that Europeans eat dinner later than most of us, stay up later than most of us, nap during the day during a break time enjoyed by many individuals and businesses and awaken later in the morning.
|Houses we encountered on our walk.|
Clocking the winding hairpin drive from Boveglio to Benabbio takes exactly 11 minutes. Last night, for the first time making this drive, as Tom maneuvered the Fiat Clio six-speed, I was actually playing with the settings in our camera (still learning) with no “eyes peeled on the road” and no “white knuckles” hanging onto the dashboard.
|Mustard painted house across from the restaurant.|
Perhaps the two of us, like the residents here, are becoming more at ease with the treacherous drive, giving it nary a thought, by rote making their way through the maze of guardrail-free twists and turns.
Arriving in Benabbio too early to dine, we busied ourselves walking around the tiny village, avoiding a few of the steepest hills difficult to manage in our casual dress shoes.
With Vivienne’s minuscule grocery store still open on Saturday evening, we were anxious to pay our bill from last Monday when we had yet to acquire any Euros (she doesn’t take credit cards). Plus, we were running low on Prosciutto, our new bacon substitute.
|Vivienne’s grocery store, across the street from the restaurant.|
Should we buy it before eating dinner and run the risk of it spoiling? Alas, as we stood at the counter, feebly trying to explain how much Prosciutto we wanted, we noticed that the deli meats were in a barely chilled case. The salty processing most likely preserves it for a period of time, I suppose. When we arrived at the restaurant, we fumbled in Italian, asking Alessandro for a bowl of ice, keeping it cold as we dined.
|A sign in the town square describing the village’s history.|
Vivienne had forgotten that we owed her Euro $23.60 for our last order. Explaining this in Italian was quite the challenge. When we handed her the cash for the meat, including the extra Euros, she finally shook her head in acknowledgment, gratefully accepting the money.
We had yet to pay our bill to Alessandro for last Sunday night’s dinner, which we planned to settle at dinner.
Perusing the historic church across from the restaurant, which we’ll now frequent, occupied a good portion of our waiting time. Although, we’re trying to figure out times for mass which wasn’t posted anywhere, not in the bulletin, not on a sign inside the church and not posted outside the church.
|The interior of the church was austere and dark.|
Back at the café to the restaurant we were easily entertained even with the earsplitting chimes of the church bells, again ringing, helter-skelter, the cheering farmers waving as they passed by while riding their noisy tractors, the teenagers hanging outside Vivienne’s store and the locals on a leisurely walk before dinner.
|Above the doorway was the balcony for the organ.|
At 7:30, we meandered upstairs to the main dining room, empty at that point. There were little slips of neon pink papers on each table, indicating a reservation. During the week, we’d made a reservation request online which I’d translated into Italian, hoping it would be read. As we wandered to each of the dozen or so tables, we began to worry we wouldn’t have a table. None contained our name.
|The old stone staircase leading to the organ.|
A moment later, Alessandro appeared, excitedly pointing us to a well-placed table for two that was specifically ours. The neon pink note didn’t have our name but instead had some type of code. Fine with us.
Within 10 minutes the remaining tables filled with patrons, leaving walk-ins to be turned away as the decibel level rapidly escalated to the loud Italian chatter among the guests. Again, the three-course dinner was grand, Alessandro remembers my food restrictions bringing salad, meats and vegetables, the finest balsamic vinegar, and olive oil.
Tom enjoyed beef ravioli with Bolognese sauce, Parmesan cheese, fresh-baked bread, and later, unbeknownst to him a huge platter of the finest freshly cooked thin-sliced roast beef (which we shared) and a plate of homemade fries.
|Engraved in stone on the historic church. A literal translation from Google Translate: “For Antonio Michelini upright pious priest of this church for years XLV (45) Cappellano, first parish priest lived industrious and zealous, born in MDCCXCIII (1793) died on October XXVI MDCCCLXIV (1864), the grandson saint with sad desire. Here is where sleeps the sleep of the righteous conquest memory.”|
Toward the end of the meal, Alessandro brought what appeared to be a one-pound chunk of homemade ricotta cheese to the table, mumbling in Italian to take it home, as a gift from him. Wrapping it in a napkin, we placed it in the bag with the “bacon” all the while smiling so much our faces hurt.
|The church bells rang loudly as we relaxed at the café.|
After Tom finished his 23-ounce Italian beer knowing I wasn’t willing to be designated driver on the mountain road in the six-speed Fiat, we asked for the bill, “Il conto, per favore.”
Moments later, Vivienne, who also doubles as a waitress at the restaurant, appeared with our bill for Euro $33. Where was the bill for last Sunday night? She summoned Alessandro.
Waving his hands in the air, he said, “Lisa, Luca, Boveglio, no no no!” He was “comping” last Sunday’s meal due to our connection with Lisa and Luca, the owners of our house. Trying to insist otherwise was pointless. His mind was set. We decided to leave extra each week over and above the tip to cover the cost.
The last time we had a “comped” meal when we were in Las Vegas with resident son Richard, who seems to get “comped” wherever he goes. And, I don’t recall any restaurant anywhere, ever giving us “free food” to take home.
Hoping to drive back before it was fully dark, we headed out the door at 9:20 walking through the bar on the main floor. The moment Alessandro saw us, he excitedly stopped us instructing us to wait as he ran behind the bar to extract a bottle of Limoncello, a favorite among Italians.
|Tom was wise only to drink this one 23 oz. Italian beer with lots of water on the side.|
Tom graciously shook his head while wiggling his hand to illustrate the winding road, all the while saying “Boveglio.” Alessandro and another couple both nodded in understanding, as we all laughed.
|On our hilly, heart pounding walk this morning, the simplest views caught our attention.|
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|Last night, close to sunset, we discovered this village of Colognora beyond the mountains.|
|As the sun was about to set, the moon began to peek out. Surely in the next few nights it will be full, definitely inspiring us to get more shots.|
Luckily, there were no more aftershocks yesterday although we’d made a plan before bed that if there were during the night as to where we dash to safety. Also, Luca the owner wrote to us yesterday explaining that the house had been retrofitted for earthquakes when it had recently been remodeled, putting our minds at ease allowing us both to get a good night’s sleep.
|Its interesting to observe the change in colors as the night falls while the cloud create shadows on the hillside.|
|As the sun goes down.|
With all of our adapting and adjusting this past week, we’ve determined that we love it here. We’ve accepted that the long winding drive to a larger village is a part of its Boveglio’s charm and beauty. The house with it few quirks and challenges has, in this short period, become home for us.
Last night, after dinner and watching the movie on my laptop, “Under the Tuscan Sun” we couldn’t stop smiling, as we sat on the veranda watching the sun go down, knowing full well that this is the place for us. With over two months in front of us, we are peaceful and content. The owners couldn’t be more helpful and kind, responding to our every whim with dignity and grace, as we strive to do the same.
Finding historical information about the 700 AD village of Boveglio was more challenging to accomplish than we’d anticipated. These villages, many of them still existing in a lifestyle reminiscent of earlier centuries, have yet to transfer information from their historical books to the Internet. How foolish we are to assume that we can find everything online?
|Butterflies are everywhere here in Toscana, a rarity in the US with the rampant use of pesticides killing them off. The US uses 80% of the world’s pesticides. (OK, I’ll get off my soapbox!)|
After considerable research, we’ve found this link is the best we could share with you regarding the history of this area. As we’ve discovered, the village of Boveglio is a part of the larger village of Villa Basilica, which is a village in the Lucca region, which is located in the region of Toscana, aka Tuscany.
|In this area, as one leaves a village, a diagonal line crosses the name of the village. Notice the hairpin sign, one of many on our ride down the mountains to Collodi, the village large enough to find groceries, a pharmacy, supplies and sundries, roughly a 30 minute drive from Boveglio.|
|This Bed and Breakfast is a few hundred feet from our door.|
|Originally researching Boveglio, we were excited that this bar and restaurant was within walking distance. Unfortunately, we never asked the owners of our house, Lisa and Luca, if it still was in operation. It has closed down as a public facility, now occupied by its owners. The economy has spared no small businesses in Italy as we discover as we travel the world.|
Rather than copy and paste gobs of information here, we’ve provided this link that you may find interesting as we did.
Tonight, we’ll have our “date night” (goodness, every night is date night these days), heading to Benabbio to Il Cavallino for dinner, to pay our bill for last Sunday’s dinner when we had no Euros (we now are stocked with enough for our remaining time here) and to pay Vivienne for the few supplies we’d purchased on Monday prior to our outing to Collodi on Tuesday to the larger store.
|A house in our neighborhood appearing to be occupied.|
In the interim, we’re running out of Prosciutto, an Italian substitute for Amerian bacon. Hopefully, we’ll find Vivienne serving at the restaurant again and she’ll run across the street, open her tiny shop and bring us back a supply to last us until we go back to Collodi in 10 days.
|This morning on our walk, we encountered the owner of this property which is next door to us, making a feeble attempt to introduce ourselves. She spoke no English.|
Bacon, which we love and is allowed in moderation on our way of eating, has been somewhat of an issue in our travels. In Belize, they called it “butt bacon” and like butts, it was too fatty. On some of the cruise ships, the fatty bacon was palatable only when very well done but still too fatty.
In Dubai, there was no bacon at all due to pork avoidance by Muslims. Instead they sell a beefy substitute that although palatable, didn’t taste like bacon.
|The houses across the street from us.|
Now, in Italy, there is no bacon at all as we know it, only Prosciutto which doesn’t taste like bacon but does have a pleasing salty flavor when cooked with a touch of olive oil in a stainless steel skillet.
|Drawing in stone of the Virgin Mary inside the stone wall across the street from our house.|
This morning’s breakfast consisted of scrambled free range eggs, with sautéed organic onions infused with tiny cubes (no shredded cheese here) of locally made cheese. Add the perfect Italian coffee, Lavazza and we were content until we savor Alessandro’s perfectly prepared dinner tonight at his restaurant.
Tomorrow we’ll include photos of the village of Benabbio and also our meals at Il Cavallino, prices and comments.
Now for the details of our upcoming flight to Kenya.
Planning for the next step in our journey never ceases. As much as we’d like to plan and book every form of transportation well in advance, we find it make more sense to continue to research and lock it in as we go.
Planning a flight two to three months in advance is often adequate, although we’ve continued to check pricing as many as 300 days in advance (one can’t book a flight more than 330 days in advance with most airlines).
If we had our way, we’d never fly, taking ships and trains to our locations. But, at this point in our travels with our burgeoning bucket lists, we’ve decided to bite the bullet and go to our most desired areas of the world first. Thus, we fly.
Actually, our first flight wasn’t until we were almost eight months into our travels, when we fly from Dubai, UAE to Barcelona, Spain to go on our 8th cruise. As mentioned in a prior post, we loved Emirates Airlines (except for the excess baggage fees and the confiscation of two power cords).
Unfortunately, Emirates doesn’t fly all the way to Mombasa, Kenya which would force us to take an flight on Ethiopian Airlines part of the way which has many horrible reviews. I can picture cows and chickens on their flights while passengers sit in seats lined up against the side walls. Perhaps, an exaggeration but I can’t get this image out of my head.
|Small houses appearing abandoned are actually often occupied.|
Here is our one way flight from Venice, Italy, where’s we’ll return the rental car to the Marco Polo Airport, which forbids passengers from arriving any more than three hours before departure.
This flight will require us to drive from Bogevlio on September 1, 2013 to Venice staying in a hotel near the airport, which is a half hour drive from the area of Venice we visited last Saturday. Flight departs the next morning, is an partial overnight flight with us arriving in Mombasa at 3:10 am.
What do we like about this flight:
1. Many of the available flights took upwards of 32 hours. This arrives in 15 hours, 25 minutes.
2. The airlines, Turkish Air, overall had good to excellent reviews.
3. The layover times were shorter than other flights.
4. By using the same airlines all the way through, it’s less likely our luggage will be lost.
What we don’t like about this flight:
1. Too long, in any case.
2. Unable to arrange seat assignments until closer to flight time. (It on our calendar to check back 30 days out).
3. The cost. There were cheaper flights, none of which were well reviewed airlines.
4. Unable to clearly define the baggage allowance in advance. We are considering shipping half of each of our belongings to Kenya, even with the risk of it not arriving. (We’ll insure it). First, we must check with the owner of the property in Kenya which we will do shortly.
Booking through Expedia.com where we have an account earning points, we feel confident in our decision.
Our rental in Kenya begins on September 1st. Arriving on the September 3rd results in our paying for two days rent and not yet moving in. Kenya has a 90 day visa provided at the airport upon entrance.
|Flowers blooming near our exterior door.|
By arriving a few days late, we avoid the necessity of obtaining an additional visa with our rental ending on November 30, 2013. We save on visa fees, travel costs to the closest immigration office and a tremendous amount of inconvenience. The loss of two day’s rent is well worth it.
There it is folks, our story for today. We’ll be back tomorrow with more news.
Centre Sismologique Euro-Méditerranéen
Below is listed stats on the earthquakes we’re been experiencing today in Boveglio, Lucca, Tuscany, Northern Italy.
Please excuse sketchy editing with our slow Internet connection. Tom and I are hanging out very close to one another with a plan in place where to go as there are additional aftershocks. We’ll keep posting updates of interest
Also, earlier today we posted many photos about the nuances of living in a 300 year old house and how we’ve adapted. Little did we know at that time, that we’d experience an earthquake.
|Current time: 2013-06-21 12:52:22 UTC||
Real Time Seismicity
|1||earthquake2013-06-21 12:20:00.030min ago||44.17||N||10.12||E||10||
|4.1||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:44|
|5||F||earthquake2013-06-21 12:12:40.037min ago||44.17||N||10.11||E||2||ML||4.1||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:34|
|earthquake2013-06-21 12:06:16.043min ago||44.18||N||10.16||E||6||ML||2.9||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:33|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:59:37.050min ago||44.18||N||10.22||E||11||ML||3.0||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:29|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:58:08.052min ago||44.19||N||10.19||E||10||ML||3.0||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:11|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:56:01.054min ago||44.17||N||10.17||E||2||ML||2.6||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:15|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:52:53.057min ago||44.18||N||10.23||E||11||ML||2.0||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:09|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:51:45.058min ago||44.20||N||10.23||E||11||ML||2.0||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:02|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:50:40.059min ago||44.02||N||10.11||E||2||ML||3.3||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:32|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:33:08.01hr 17min ago||44.18||N||10.17||E||9||ML||2.1||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:42|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:19:45.01hr 30min ago||44.20||N||10.23||E||11||ML||3.8||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:37|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:18:12.01hr 32min ago||44.20||N||10.19||E||10||ML||2.2||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:30|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:09:44.01hr 40min ago||44.09||N||10.02||E||10||ML||2.6||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:29|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:05:02.01hr 45min ago||13.89||N||92.10||W||52||mb||4.2||OFFSHORE GUATEMALA||2013-06-21 11:32|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:02:52.01hr 47min ago||44.14||N||10.13||E||1||ML||2.3||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:24|
|earthquake2013-06-21 11:01:48.01hr 48min ago||44.17||N||10.21||E||10||ML||2.2||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 12:45|
|earthquake2013-06-21 10:56:57.01hr 53min ago||44.16||N||10.13||E||1||ML||2.6||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:15|
|earthquake2013-06-21 10:55:04.01hr 55min ago||44.17||N||10.13||E||4||ML||2.5||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:14|
|earthquake2013-06-21 10:50:02.02hr 00min ago||44.15||N||10.15||E||9||ML||2.2||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:14|
|earthquake2013-06-21 10:46:29.02hr 03min ago||44.18||N||10.13||E||5||ML||2.6||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:13|
|1||earthquake2013-06-21 10:39:56.02hr 10min ago||44.19||N||10.17||E||10||ML||3.1||NORTHERN ITALY||2013-06-21 11:13|
|91||VI||earthquake2013-06-21 10:33:59.02hr 16min ago||44.19||N||10.15||E||10||Mw||5.3||
NORTHERN ITALY 2013-06- 21 10:33:59.0 UTC