Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta

I realized last night that every lunch and dinner consist of Pasta... no salad, no vegetable, no etc..... The pasta is delicious, but a diet of nothing but pasta cannot be good for you; definitely not good for the waist line. Apparently this is what you eat in Campagna. 

I made it through another night. This time I got real smart and wore two pairs of socks and gloves. They keep the house so cold they leave the cheese out because it is colder than in the refrigerator (no kidding).

I spent the morning cutting and putting labels on bottles. It is definitely a no brainer task. It allowed me to spend a lot of time thinking... just why am I doing this? Perhaps too much time to think is not so good. Now I know what it must be like to work in a factory doing repetitive tasks. I had a lot of crooked labels. It isn't easy to cut them perfectly... or not for me anyway.

After a lunch of pasta and wine (I forgot to mention that there is always lots of wine with the pasta), we went to the forest and I helped gather the wood. I was so bad I was laughing out loud at myself. My initial job was to throw pieces of wood down the hill. Now some of these are pretty heavy and needless to say they did not go very far. I really started laughing to myself when a couple pieces of wood actually went up the hill. Saje kept on pointing to where the wood was suppose to go. There was no way in H... that my wood was going that far. Finally Saje caught on that this was not my thing and sent me down the hill to cut and bind the branches.

I finally got brave (or somewhat brave) and called Eleanora and told her I would be leaving on Friday. She asked if everything was ok and I lied and said yes. She is going to tell Michele (I said I was only somewhat brave). So Friday I will be off to Naples for a few days. I definitely need a shower; just washing with a cloth and towel is not the same. I do feel bad, but I do not know what else to do.

One good thing- for those that are wondering about my grey hair issue, I dyed my hair with non permanent just before I left Le Lapole. It lasts through 12 washings. Since I refuse to take a shower here, at this rate it will grow out before I reach six washings. You can see the grey but it doesn't look as stark as if I just let it go grey. Now I am assuming this because I have not had one place where they have a good mirror. I could be just in denial.