So, lunch . . . we wanted to check out our local deli at the bottom of “our hill”. It was situated just as we got to the main street of the area called Velina, fratzione di (sister town of) Casal Nuovo Cilento. As we turned right on this road, Via Arbosto or SS447, we spotted the deli immediately on our left. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the deli and met our new friend Danielle for the first time. Although he spoke no English and we spoke very little Italian, through an exchange of simple one to two word phrases, pointing and charades, we managed to get a vegetarian sandwich made of melanzani (eggplant), funghi (mushrooms) and mozzarella on magnifico pane (magnificent bread). We were the excited recipients of not one, but two of these fantistico sandwiches and bottled water for only 5.50 euros!! And Danielle was so friendly and had the nicest smile.
There were no tables to sit at in the deli, but no problem, we happily munched on our delicious sandwiches on superior bread in the car before beginning our new adventure to discover Salento, the small hilltop town we had spotted from “our castle”.
As soon as we gobbled down our sandwiches, we set off on our journey. We had purchased the Western European TomTom, so I plotted our course to Salento and we were on our way. Although Salento was only about 8 kilometers away, I could see there were some tricky hairpin turns involved. The beginning of the journey was on familiar turf as we exited Velina, passed the train station and drove through Stella as we would as we normally traveled to get on the SS18, an autostrada that took us to points north, such as Agropoli or even Rome or south to Palinuro, Sapri or Maratea. But, that’s where the familiar turf ended. “New turf, George”, I noted with a huge grin, as we always do in our travels.
As we crossed under the SS18, we drove by a relatively flat open field and dry riverbed and that’s where the “flat” ended. The tiny road, only about wide enough for an Italian-sized car-and-a-half, immediately began heading straight up, while twisting and turning. “Boy, are we lucky I am not driving,” I thought to myself, as I reflected on my dusty stick shift driving skills that had not been used for many years ever since crashing a car into the laundry sink in my garage . . .
I was immediately brought into the present as George deftly rounded yet another ridiculously hairpin-ish, hairpin curve that also sent us 20 feet closer to Heaven at the same time when immediately in front of us, there were cows!! Horns of very angry looking cows. Horns of very hostile looking cows that appeared to want to skewer our car right through the front window so they could waste no time spearing us! How dare a car disrupt their walk down their road from their meadow to the barn! And I’m sure this rarely ever happened to them, considering the tiny size of this town and of this road. Now, this was probably the best photo op I had ever been upfront and personally presented with, and how did I respond? Why, I was so shook up, I took a fabulous picture of the dashboard. So, for illustration purposes, the follow-on shots will have to suffice.
Even more exciting (read scary) than surprise cow horns in our faces, was the fact that George had to BACK down the sharpest, hairiest, hairpin curve I had ever (and have yet) to see.
Once the cows were all in their meadow, we continued winding up to the town, where we found interesting, old architecture and nice but curious people who could not seem to understand why in the world anyone foreign (stranieri) would visit their teeny, tiny hamlet.
George even found a friend – a dog who followed him everywhere. We affectionately nicknamed this dog “Joe” in honor of the sweet dog friend our dear friends, Jean and John befriended in Elutheria, Bahamas. “Joe” escorted us all throughout the town and was a true guide.
Once we reached the edge of town, we could see back over to the castle where we had first “discovered” and Apple-mapped this town. After enjoying the indescribable views and Joe’s company, we departed with a smile on our faces and yet another adventure to remember.