We realised that we’d been knocking on the wrong door.
David and Jill (our host’s nearby neighbours – also from the UK), had shown me a picture of their house, ‘nearest to the minimarket on the left.’ What I didn’t realise is they had shown me one half of the house, we were knocking on the other half!
We had stood on the door step feasting on the view. Across the road on a luscious patch of green, an elderly lady in a black dress and head scarf attacked a pile of branches with a chainsaw.
David and Jill (our host’s nearby neighbours – also from the UK), had shown me a picture of their house, ‘nearest to the minimarket on the left.’ What I didn’t realise is they had shown me one half of the house, we were knocking on the other half!
We had stood on the door step feasting on the view. Across the road on a luscious patch of green, an elderly lady in a black dress and head scarf attacked a pile of branches with a chainsaw.
‘I used to have Italian neighbours who did that in Parramatta,’ Noel reminisced. ‘That’s a classic shot – a lovely memory, I should have learned more Italian while I could!’
The lady studiously ignored us and it was only later when we found David and Jill that we released we’d been knocking at the door of the chainsaw wielding lady, not our new friends!
Jill and David invited us in to their pretty house and we were able to ooohhhh and arrrhhhh at their beautifully renovated home. Sadly, they were leaving the following day – we’d love to see them again one day.
But we had a task today – well Noel did. He needed oil for his bike chain – a specific oil in a specific container with a spout. The rustic garage in Limiti was the ideal place.
The lady studiously ignored us and it was only later when we found David and Jill that we released we’d been knocking at the door of the chainsaw wielding lady, not our new friends!
Jill and David invited us in to their pretty house and we were able to ooohhhh and arrrhhhh at their beautifully renovated home. Sadly, they were leaving the following day – we’d love to see them again one day.
But we had a task today – well Noel did. He needed oil for his bike chain – a specific oil in a specific container with a spout. The rustic garage in Limiti was the ideal place.
Much gesticulation raising of voices and loud opinions were heard in Limiti that day – most of which Noel didn’t understand. After Noel had drawn his requirements in the air, the scrunched up, olive, face of the mechanic morphed into understanding – a big light bulb glistening at the top of his head.
The small reservoir of oil, for the chain, on the back of the bike needed filling. The appropriate oil from the shop in Limiti didn’t have a spout on its container, so the mechanic’s mate found a funnel of sorts to add to the assortment of goods.
Building the kit of tools, the mechanic waved down a passing farmer from his tractor to help with the re-filling.
The mechanic held the bottle, the mechanic’s assistant balanced the funnel, the farmer held it all together, the shop owner’s wife held up the farmer’s sleeve (which was becoming more and more oily) and Noel held his head – wondering ‘whatever next!’
But they made a great team and got the job done.
When the lovely wife realised that we were staying at Casa de Lynne’s (okay, I don’t know Italian, but you get the idea), her eyes wrinkled up above her warming smile – I could tell my friend was well respected and loved in this wonderful area she’s chosen a home in.
The lovely people of Limiti store and garage made us feel so welcome, and went over and above any customer services we’ve ever seen! What fun!
Next: Wild Boars and Shepherds
The small reservoir of oil, for the chain, on the back of the bike needed filling. The appropriate oil from the shop in Limiti didn’t have a spout on its container, so the mechanic’s mate found a funnel of sorts to add to the assortment of goods.
Building the kit of tools, the mechanic waved down a passing farmer from his tractor to help with the re-filling.
The mechanic held the bottle, the mechanic’s assistant balanced the funnel, the farmer held it all together, the shop owner’s wife held up the farmer’s sleeve (which was becoming more and more oily) and Noel held his head – wondering ‘whatever next!’
But they made a great team and got the job done.
When the lovely wife realised that we were staying at Casa de Lynne’s (okay, I don’t know Italian, but you get the idea), her eyes wrinkled up above her warming smile – I could tell my friend was well respected and loved in this wonderful area she’s chosen a home in.
The lovely people of Limiti store and garage made us feel so welcome, and went over and above any customer services we’ve ever seen! What fun!
Next: Wild Boars and Shepherds
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