Saturday, November 29, 2008
All's Well That Ends Well, or Franco's Tractor and Giada's Lips Bailed Me Out
I made it down to our gate last night and dug out the swing diameter of both sides of the gate, disengaged the motors, and manually opened the gate. Between walking down the quarter mile in 3 feet of snow, shoveling the water laden mess out of the way and walking back up, I should have lost ten pounds. Max was a real trooper -- he walked in front of me, leaping, to make a path going down and on the way back up, he waited for me every ten paces so that I could catch my breath.
I was drenched when I got back up to the house, so I filled the bath with water, put some fresh logs in the stoves and popped a very special bottle of wine -- more on that later.
As I was soaking I heard the familiar sound of Franco's tractor -- he had seen me get the gate open and hightailed it over on the tractor to plow out our drive. What a champ. It's still not drivable and won't be for a few days because of compacted ice in the hairpin curves but I can walk down to the gate and get into a taxi if I have to. Crisis through isolation averted with the help of Italian neighbors, once again.
About the wine. Through the crisis yesterday I received so many supportive emails and Facebook messages. One was from my friend Dana in West Chester, PA. Dana and I had met through the Internet when we stumbled upon eachother's blogs -- she writes the beautiful Ritratti Italiani in both English and Italian. Dana had stopped by to visit me this fall on her way from Lago Maggiore to Barcelona - and brought me a gift of the wine Labbra di Giada. You can read the story of Labbra di Giada on Dana's blog. This particular wine is a Dolcetto Superiore -- which means a wood-aged Dolcetto. It's made specifically for the international market at Poderi la Collina in Dogliani, which is a DOCG zone for Dolcetto. This bottle had made it from Dogliani to West Chester and on a plane back to Piemonte where Dana gave it to me.
I was very touched when she gave it to me.
And while I was digging out that damn gate, I thought -- tonight I have a date with that bottle of wine.
After Franco had left and I finished my bath, I made myself a plate of ravioli which I had gotten as part of Mimi and Samuel's romantic dinner, accompanied by Dana's wine.
Max and I proceeded to fall asleep at 9.30 in front of the stufa.