Barn party... el dos

When we got back from the Perugia day trip, it was time for another party at the farm down in the valley. It was raining—foreshadowing for how the rest of the walk would go.

The music, so we were told, started at 10, so we planned to leave around 9:30 (not actually getting out of the door until 9:45). On the way down, we struggled to find the way we had come up the last time. As we strained to recognize landmarks in the dark, it soon became clear that we were had no idea where we were. Although I had fully anticipated that we might get lost, the sentiment clearly wasn't universal, and a few small arguments broke out as stress levels rose. In the height of that stress, we stumbled upon one of the creepiest things I've ever seen. Gated off in a courtyard was a white, glowing neon cross, under which was a life-size crucifix. Either side was lined with gravestones and an ambient orange light seeming to emanate from the walls.

After being thoroughly off-put, we did eventually arrive at the farm at 11 pm. Unfortunately, the band had stopped early, apparently because of daylight savings time? Clocks would change that night, but they hadn't yet... Either way, it was still a blast. Five euro for food, wine, and DJed music. We danced, made a fire, and went back up the hill.

Stephen, Jess and I decided we wanted to stay up until sunrise. But, after half an hour on top of the cold, windy mountain and seeing that the sunrise was a long way off at 6 am (the clock change had kicked in by this point), we defeatedly decided to head back down to bed.