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La Fattoria

By Kate_miller
La FattoriaOn my bucket list - created long before that movie came out - was the deep desire to live in Europe for one year. I never achieved that, and probably never will, but my month here was just long enough that things started to feel 'normal.'
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Normal and different at the exact same time.
It would have been nice to have sheets on the bed. I got a narrow duvet and that's that.  Every evening when I climb into the sack I think: I could teach you people a thing or two about cuddly comfort...
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I've still not met a single person who owns a clothes dryer. And, while it makes for great photos I'll be thrilled to say arrivederci to scratchy, line-dried towels. (Score one for the Americans.)
La FattoriaI do love the fact that they're huge on slippers. (They hand you a pair when you show up at their house and it took all of my willpower not to snitch these little cuties.)
I suppose the biggest eye opener, and inspiration for when I get home, is how very fortunate we are to have... space.
My Italian friend giggles, when asked about her new life. I married the whole package, she says.
And, indeed she did. Her husband's family lives to the south on a self-sustaining, highly productive farm with beautiful, nutrient-rich soil enabling them to grow anything their hearts desire.

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Casa di Luciano

Her mother-in-law is the classic, doting, Italian Mom who stuffs us with food and chatters happily the whole time she's cooking up the next delightful course.
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I thought this was way cool but hard to photograph.ABOVE the kitchen sink is ~ what looks like ~ a normal cupboard but it's so much better than that. The bottom shelf is actually a metal grate. Place your wet, washed dishes into this cupboard, close the door and they're out of sight.They drip-dry, water falling back into the sink.This is fantastic if you, like me, 
always offer to dry vs. wash, in thanks for a tasty meal. 
'Cause that meant I got to go watch t.v.
So, back to the whole space thing. Hearing about the farm, and all that they produce, I figured 5... maybe 10 acres.
When I arrived, I was shocked, and a little embarrassed, to see that they accomplish all of this on less land than I own back home.
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I wish I could show you pictures to do this place justice.
The farm is dormant in winter. A sleeping garden, dotted with the promise of tiny green shoots preparing for a new season.

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I got scolded for turning on the lights during the day. Natural light, only, when the sun is shining.

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This has my brain working overtime on all the new things I can squeeze into my own garden space ~ that I thought was stuffed to the gills prior to my visit.
So, I'm devoting my final days in paradise to stealing as many seeds as I can! If I can sneak through customs, I might have gifts for one and all.
This is how Luciano and I filled the wood bins to warm the house. 
He stands outside, passing logs into me, through the kitchen window, where what looks like a second oven is actually the 'furnace.'
* La Fattoria means 'the farm house.' This is the last of my blogging diary from Bressanone, Italy, where I am working for the month of February.

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