On the way to Venice

When you are your own travel agent,

you are bound to make a mistake now and then.

On our way to Venice from Tuscany,

we drove and drove for hours on tiny mountain trails. 

We ended up on a mountain top where fine Arabian Horses are bred.  

 In fact, Andrea Bocelli owns one of their Arabians. 

Traveler recommendations were so positive that I reserved two nights. 

We stayed one night. I could not sleep one more night on that precipitous mountain side. 

I listened most of the night to rumbles (imagined) of the earth. 

We gladly forfeited one night's stay. 

Yes, our next stopover had room for us even though we were one day early. 

In the small hamlet of Pra, 

near the university town of Este, 

we found Acienda Agricola Marin, a 16th century country villa. 

Even with battle scenes covering every wall I slept just fine. 

Because the land was flat as a pancake.

 The breakfast room walls were covered with battle scenes of yore.  

I found this charming little scene in one of the dark corridors. 

So many details, so much material for future projects. 

Acienda Agricola Marin in still a working Farm.  
The villa is hidden behind tall ancient walls.  

A country church, across the lane, chimes the hours. 

Just the way I like it.  

Gina

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