Tucked away in the most northeastern corner of Italy
Where the cows go to green pastures and come home every evening to be in their cozy barn, where each cow has a hand painted name plate and her own window to look out from.
This is also the place where I buy my hand knit sweaters.
(The black sweater on the left is my newest acquisition).
(The black sweater on the left is my newest acquisition).
From a special shop by the name of Trachten Stueberle
Where every balcony is adorned with the most impossible and
luxurious flowers.
And where an elderly gentleman, of nobility, lives behind these towering walls.
He lives there, by himself, hidden.
In this enormous castle.
And every year I ask the locals: 'what do you hear from the old Gentleman' ?
And always, a shrug of the shoulders follows.
And every year, I am hoping, that the elderly Gentleman will see me from his window, and send his manservant to invite me to have tea with him.
And then I will sit quietly and listen.
Where is this magic place, you ask?
It is called Toblach/Dobbiaco in the Südtirol, where both Italian and German is spoken.
Each year I discover a little more and one day I will know everything.
Gina
Repost 2011