It was my first choice of course, but they didn’t have it in half bottles; and in spite of the toast, only one of us indulges.

Might be an Italian wall lizard.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_wall_lizard

Cheers all around! Thanks for taking us along.

You should be drinking Dolcetto !

I am feeling nostalgic reading this. In our vineyard one of the main grape varieties we grew was Dolcetto and shortly after planting that variety we went to Piemonte and spent about 10 days walking the area staying in small villages visiting vineyards and small wineries and drinking their wines. The small winemakers were particularly friendly and hospitable keen to show us how they dealt with their grapes. We learnt a lot and were pretty proud of the Dolcetto we subsequently made

This wasn’t from the latest fall. That was weeks ago. Rocky throws a mean right jab.

Glad to hear it wasn't anything more serious!

Oh, c’mon now. It’s only been three times in 2,000 miles. I’ve had more flat tires than that!

Actually, I figured out what that was about. I raised my saddle to give my leg more extension and am relearning how far away the ground is now. I think I’ve figured it out finally.

Fell off your bike AGAIN?

Perfect!

I wish I’d thought to take a shot of a cross section of the crust. Odd appearance, but good. Thinking back on it, I think this is the first pizza I’ve had since arriving in Europe.

But, don't get me wrong, I'd eat a couple of these.

OK, this is the strangest pizza I've ever seen. It takes the cake, so to speak.

It’s wonderful. We’re here at a good time, just when the first reds are turning. It’s very much like home - about the same latitude as Salem or McMinnville, and the slopes that aren’t planted in vines are covered with hazelnut (nocciola) orchards. Plus castles and cathedrals, of course.

Squid ink? Speedball?