E’hila

That means ‘hey there’. Following the pie debacle, Sunday arrived with a cloudy dreariness only matched by my mood as I looked at a kitchen full of dirty dishes. Deciding to go back to bed instead, I slept in while Paul (ever up at stupid-early-o’clock) binged Netflix. But eventually I got up, only because of guilt over sleeping so awesomely, and we ventured out. As Facebook would later remind me, one year previously we had driven up the mountain and had a picnic. Which consisted of eating grocery store pre-made sandwiches in the car as we watched other cars pass by our turnout. Obviously FB is psychic, because we did that same thing today. I managed to only spill half a can of Pringles across the front floorboards, too 🤗 #GoMe

At the top of Mt. Grappa is a war memorial. This entire area was pivotal in WWI and saw heavy damage and casualties. There are memorials and small plaques everywhere, as well as bullet holes and reminders in many surviving buildings. By the time we got up the mountain though, it was raining and fogged in. The temps had dropped from 80F to about 55F, so we decided to head back down before it snowed. Our little, manual rental would be useless up there. We managed to make it about halfway back down, on a different road, when that road decided to be closed. 😒 So we backtracked several miles, and managed to connect to the original route up. And back down we came. Check out this YouTube video, though!

Fino a domani (Until tomorrow) 👋