Aosta: Rest and All You Can Birthday # 2
Look what Sandy Brown gave me, a frickin’ pony! No, it’s not a donkey. It’s my birthday and I can call it what I want to.
Aosta, Italy
Via Francigena #13 of 20
Thank you all for your well wishes, and to my husband Sandy Brown who dished up an unforgettable birthday.
It’s not often one can list doing your wash as part of what made your special day so special, but it did. One of those things that sets pilgrimage apart from regular life.
We had dinner in one of the most charming settings I have ever encountered. A large well maintained yard of grass, which I believe is called a lawn, with many tables. Eventually I realized all the waitrons were hunky, male, and Italian. Very old school with an upgrade of young blood in tattoos, man buns, jeans, and an occasional earring. Guess that’s what you get when the recommending concierge is female, with wavy gray hair, no less. Wink wink!
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Now that’s what I’m talking about!
Our room for the night. Old Italian ski lodge setting with a balcony.
And a pool, where sandy does his Marilyn Monroe imitation in his bathrobe.
View from one of the many wonderful places to hang out.
Sandy sitting in the amazing yard garden.
The bomb. Steak tartare like I’ve never had. I’m a connoisseur of this uncooked dish and this comes in at #1
Lawn yarden lights on wow!
Cognac with nibbles of nuts and chocolate.
The next morning, my my version of feet up at the pool.