Finally the farm

Today was mostly a chill day for us, waking up late having breakfast, taking a nap and finally getting up and dressed at 6 to go out to get gelato and get some things from the market. 

On our way down poopy hill (as Landry likes to call it because of the piles of dog poop) we saw that the lights were on at the farm that we tried to have dinner at last week but got rained out. We decided to go and see if we could have dinner there tonight or if it was only Saturday. Well to our delight it was open for dinner and after an hour it would be open for dancing. 

We sat down for dinner and watched as the over 50 crowd started to come in to wait for the dancing to start. The farmer offered us Antipasto, Gnocchi, Spaghetti and a Carni or Meat course. We settled on just pasta, Landry and I had spaghetti and Rob had the Gnocchi. For drinks Landry had Coke and Rob and I split a bottle of the farmer's homemade wine (delicious!). 

Since we were the only ones there to eat the natives were staring at us and finally, Luigi came over to talk to us. With his limited English and our limited Italian we discovered that Luigi was a former shepherd who had three children two girls and one boy. When the last baby was born his wife got sick and was in a wheelchair for 10 years not able to walk or talk and then she died. After her death he was a cook in many places and never married again but did have a girlfriend who was with him to dance. He was also the singer there and dedicated a song to his new friend Rob and gave us a copy of his CD. 

What a great night sitting on a farm in Meta watching the natives dance and have a good time while we ate pasta and drank homemade wine. This is real Italy.