We had seen a church or castle high on a hill across the valley from Camaiore (can barely be seen in one of the photos) and wondered what it was. After asking a couple of locals about it, we found it was a village called Pedona, so we decided to put Dick's driving skills to the test, go out exploring and try to find it. Pedona wasn't far as the crow flies, but as the car drives, it was a windy, curvey trek up into the mountains. Upon arriving, we found the church of Pedona, which is what we had seen from a distance, basically in ruins. Though very pictureque, there isn't much else to the Pedona. Then we drove back across the valley and up into the mountains on the other side of the valley to Vado, pretty much a repeat performance of Pedona, minus the old church. The scenery was spectacular and, just for something different, it didn't rain!
We returned to our little mountain “home away from home”--have included a few photos to show the patio of the house where we're hanging out and the views from it--and picked up a very forgettable pizza from a different pizza place. Does getting to know the good and bad pizza places begin to qualify one as being local?
Tried to call the kids since it's Mother's Day. Couldn't get a hold of Courtney and did talk to Molly for awhile, but then ran out of time on the cell phone. Having a great time but I am looking forward to being back home soon and being able to talk to them anytime I want to!
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