Dimora Ada Bed and Breakfast

The train ride into Umbria wasn’t long — an hour after climbing aboard we were disembarking at the town of Terni. EuropeCar was a couple of miles away on the outskirts of town — a short taxi ride.

EuropeCar gave us an Alfa Romeo, which we promptly named “Romeo” — of course! it was comfortable and a dream to drive with plenty of get-up-and-go. Mom and Dad were thrilled that the backseat didn’t feel like a pile of bricks and I was thrilled to be driving from the left side of the car on the right side of the road.

We took off into the “green heart of Italy:” Umbria.

View into the Green Heart of Italy -- Umbria

The Umbrian town of Todi was a little over 30 minutes away — the directions were well-marked and we had no trouble getting to it.

We grabbed the first parking space we came upon — just outside the old Roman/Etruscan walls surrounding the old town but near a stone entrance that carved a cobbled pathway into the town.

Prominent near the main piazza of Todi -- statue of Giuseppe Garibaldi, Italian hero of the Risorgimento

Pulling our bags behind us, we headed upwards, emerging on what appeared to be a main street, narrow as it was. Our sketchy map and directions to Dimora Ada Bed and Breakfast led us ever upwards. It wasn’t an easy walk, especially for Mom and Dad, but this was a hilltown…and there were hills.

Finally there it was — an unassuming door with a little sign: Dimora Ada Bed and Breakfast. We rang the bell and waited. A older woman, plump and needing dental work, poked her head out the window, chattering at us in barely intelligible Italian. I was hoping that my inability to understand her very well was attributed to her partial toothlessness rather than my ineptitude.

I explained we were waiting for Fabrizio, the proprietor. She said he was at work. Yes, we knew. But she buzzed open the building door and let us into the stairwell, pointing upwards to the small landing outside our living quarters. Fabrizio’s housecleaner arrived, unlocked the door to the B&B, and gave us a cursory tour and explanation of keys.

[A word about keys. We’ve never had so much trouble with keys — starting with the keys to our car in Ireland, finding and using the keys to the little house in Aghamore, needing the clerk at EuropeCar to show us how to spring the hidden car key, getting “locked in” the apartment building in Rome because the key wouldn’t open the outside door, and now the keys to the B&B. These failed us several times, just not wanting to tumble the lock open. It was extremely frustrating.]

We claimed our rooms and quickly set up our gear — we were anxious to start exploring this little, but not too little, hilltown.

Then, unencumbered by bags, we soon were back outside, continuing our climb to the top of town. There, a wide, flat piazza opened up: Piazza del Popolo.

Piazza del Popolo with remnants of scaffolding from a weekend music festival


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