Best pronounced “Oombria”, with a frown, pursed lips and that very Italian hand-gesture which is a mixture between blowing a kiss and inspecting a ripe segment of tangerine in your fingers. Ahhh the green heart of Italy. Famous for its medieval hill towns and local fare, and for being slightly less fancy than neighbouring Tuscany.
As we head deeper into the summer, let’s crank up the heat a bit and head to the centre of Italy. Here’s how we’d do it.
But with a medevac policy in place, we take advantage of living in a land of adventure and head for weekends in far flung corners of the country as often as possible. They often seem to involve motorbikes (alarming given my driving skills).
Here’s the first in three instalments of my favourite of our weekends out in the sticks.