Wine, sausage and song

Heading towards Venezia, up in the hills above Vicenza, Bev found us a place to park up at a vineyard – La Colline del Vitacchio. It’s free to stay, if you have a taste and buy some wine. There were a few local characters in, lots of banter but they had such a strong dialect, we were really struggling and they spoke no English. Bev mentioned my guitar, and they all burst into song – Suona Chitara! I sang a few, then more instruments appeared and we had an impromptu session, all the while sampling the vino 🙂 Gorgeous home-made salami too.

The old fella was 75 and whopped out his Hohner Super 64 – the big daddy of harmonicas. He said he only played classical, did I know Concierto De Aranjuez? We busked it, went really well! Wish we’d caught that one on video.