Twenty seven and counting

“Who the f**k is that calling us at at 8am on a Sunday morning?” It was uncle Alan calling from New Zealand to wish us a happy anniversary. Thanks Alan. It was great to chat with him. Next time we hope to be a little more cogent.

This year Jan’s birthday was during lock down in London. Colin’s birthday was also in lockdown in London. Having been relatively free over the summer our anniversary was during Orange Zone lockdown in Italy.

The bars and restaurants can only do take aways, we are under a 22:00 – 05:00 curfew and we can’t leave the Comune, so we have to make the most of it.

The day started with coffee at Arté Caffé. It’s a bit sad having our coffee and pastry in the car but it’s the best we can do. We heat up cups at home then take them to the caffé so to avoid adding to the global pile of plastic. Gigliola marked the occasion with a message:

Our anniversary lunch was delivered by Gaetano from Post Vecchia. The restaurant is only a few hundred metres inside the next Comune, but still out of bounds for us to collect.

All we need now for a perfect day is a Liverpool win in the Premiership…

The future’s bright, the future’s orange

Photo: The biggest ride possible staying within the limits of Cartoceto

From tomorrow (Sunday 15th November) we enter the Covid Orange Zone. Our region is moving up from Yellow. This means all the restaurants and bars will shut and we cannot leave the confines of our Comune. Cartoceto is quite a small Comune but we have the essentials.

At least the building work can continue.

In anticipation of this we did stock up on essentials we can’t buy within the Comune. We toured various cantinas to get us enough red wine to see us through to the new year.

As we’re not resident, then technically we don’t have a Comune to stay within, but that wouldn’t be fair, nor do we fancy trying to explain that to the Caribinieri. Especially as we have an appointment on Monday morning to submit our application for residency under the Withdrawal Agreement.

We suspect we’ll be moved into the Red Zone before we start to come back down again to the Green Zone, but we’ll see. Just like every body else, we’ll just have to make the most of it.

Breakfast on Sunday, Orange Zone style. A take away in a local park isn’t exactly the experience we’re used to but at least we’re trying to support local traders, including Arté Caffé in Lucrezia.