Happy birthday, oči B.!

Today celebrates my father. For now we are in different countries but there will be a reunion soon.

As I was gathering your photos from the past year, I realised that they were too many to be posted here, even for my exaggerated standards. We had so many lovely together times last year, both in Slovenia (Ljubljana, Piran, Kamniška Bistrica, Škocjanski zatok, Izola) and Italy (Vetulonia, the four autumn feasts). Good to see! I sent you those in another way, but now and here I wish to concentrate only on your and mom’s last visit over here in beautiful Maremma around my May birthday.

Recently you also started to cut down on sugar. I saw you reject gelato for the very first time (and also praise the one in Porto Ercole which is really good). Not bad at all.

All in all, it was a most excellent visit and these photos are a proof.

When we drove home from the Orvieto station upon your arrival, we just had to stop for an amazing sunset.

These are not for a tea of yours, strangely enough, but for mom’s ikebana. And you brought books!

At the San Bruzio Monastery ruins.

Fancy meeting you here!

There will be poppy paste, if you fall. (No worries, just posing.)

We had to eat in Pereta for hours and for 25 EUR. The owner insisted that he knew you from somewhere.

In Torri we had to fight a cock to return to our car right here. I’ll post him at another time.

A lovely Torri street. The town doesn’t have any bar though, we asked.

This is what brought us to Torri: a most beautiful little Abbey of Torri (limited opening times, beware).

In Talamone we let mother handle the camera. Always a tense moment. 😀 (Photo: MeMa)

Then she went into the church and proclaimed that the bells are this big.

And here you’re showing how big the sword in stone is above the San Galgano Abbey.

A lovely cappuccino and vino stop before San Galgano. The seller in the enoteca was a vegetarian and was not too enthusiastic to sell her vacuum-packed salumi. 😀

Alert: father on the beach! Doesn’t happen often. In Ansedonia.

Stone furniture of Porto Ercole.

Hot stone amphitheatre of Tuscania.

We had some granita (crushed ice with syrup) in Tuscania.

This happens if you take the cherry taste. 😀

Above Orvieto upon your return.

The pack and the sea reflected in a Porto Ercole fishing gear shop because why not.

Photo: © signature mmm (+ that one by MeMa)

Happy birthday, father B., and I wish we make many more happy memories and visits. I also wish you health, of course, and some more of these twists from the song below, since you said a long time ago that you like it. Cin cin!