Trespassing and Pit Spitting

Today was our last day in Cornuda.  We finished our books late in the afternoon, which gave us plenty of time to galavant around the town.  The manager of Tipoteca suggested we walk to this historic villa that was apparently really awesome and a must-see.  So two girls and I walked to the B&B to drop off our books (a 20 minute walk) and then set off to find this incredible villa (an estimated 40 minute walk).  

We walked the entire length of Cornuda and through a mile or so of vineyards before we started questioning the directions we were given.  But we pressed on, determined to find this place.  We finally reach another town.  We had been walking for half an hour at this point.  We were tired, and hungry, and doubtful we'd ever find this place...and of course that's when we found it.  

We jumped for joy when we saw the sign, so proud of our abilities and self sufficiency.  We practically ran up the gravel driveway that wrapped up the side of the hill to the house, anxious to claim our prize.  

We were greeted with a closed gate and a note saying that they had closed 5 minutes before we arrived.  

The clouds that were looming overhead during our extensive walk opened up at that moment and it began to rain.  I kid you not.  Defeated, we sank into the fence and pouted (obviously).  That's when we noticed the gate wasn't exactly shut...a single rubber band was being used to hold the gates together and was the only thing standing between us and the gorgeous villa that we were hellbent to see.  So we disabled the high tech security system, laughed at our good fortune, and slipped inside.  

  

I only got a few pictures in before we heard a door open on the front of the house and we took off running.  I laughed when I found this action shot on my phone of the moment we went sprinting in panic across the gravel and out the gate.  

We had been defeated once again, but were glad for that moment of mischief shot into our day.  We then walked to the front of the house where we saw a more impressive view of what we had missed out on.

But before we could slip back into depression, we turned around and saw a woman selling cherries.  We bought a carton and walked up the road a bit to sit on the steps of a small courtyard we had passed.  

It's safe to say they were the best cherries I have EVER had.  We almost ate the entire carton between the three of us, and held a competition to see who could spit their cherry pit the furthest (I won).

So many good memories made on our last day in this beautiful town.  

Tomorrow we head out first thing in the morning to catch a train to Venice, where we'll be spending our final day in Italy together.  Then I am on my own for a couple of days before my mother is meeting my in Paris.  I have a feeling the best is yet to come.  

Arreviderci, Cornuda!