<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018</id><updated>2012-02-02T19:54:14.205+01:00</updated><category term='Chiacchiere - Chatting'/><category term='Vigna e cantina - Vineyard and cellar'/><category term='Ricette - Recipes'/><category term='luoghi da scoprire - Places to be discovered'/><category term='stagioni - seasons'/><category term='Attività corilicola - hazelnut trees'/><category term='Agriturismo - Agritourism'/><category term='Attività - Activity'/><category term='Viaggio nel tempo - Journey through time'/><category term='Eventi - Events'/><title type='text'>Set-te lì e parloma un po'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-8540231923048535527</id><published>2012-02-02T18:51:00.028+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:54:14.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luoghi da scoprire - Places to be discovered'/><title type='text'>Valcasotto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH80kPOCuuE/TyrWefA-SoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Y9eeKqpy-bQ/s1600/castello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704607697228155522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH80kPOCuuE/TyrWefA-SoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Y9eeKqpy-bQ/s400/castello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In un’ora e mezza &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;circa&lt;/span&gt; di auto dal nostro agriturismo, possiamo raggiungere una località veramente suggestiva - la Valcasotto - storicamente nota per il suo castello e per la bellezza dei suoi boschi di castani. Nei millenni si sono susseguite culture e dominazioni diverse che le hanno lasciato una ricchezza di tradizioni.&lt;br /&gt;Certosa del XII secolo (una delle prime in Italia), la costruzione fu trasformata, nel 1700, unendo al carattere di semplicità quello della monumentalità. La trasformazione in reggia avvenne con Re Carlo Alberto e Vittorio Emanuele II, grandi appassionati di caccia. Si possono ammirare gli splendidi arredi delle stanze, tra cui il salotto verde e l’ampia Camera della Musica.Quando Casa Savoia comperò quello che restava dell'antica Certosa, la prima cosa da farsi fu una potente opera di ricostruzione. Purtroppo non fu toccata, in questo lavoro, la parte riguardante il monastero vero e proprio che, già lungamente provato dal tempo e dai saccheggi, andò presto in rovina. Fu invece rimessa a nuovo la zona antistante: cappella e foresteria, ancor oggi visitabili (meglio informarsi presso il comune di Garessio, perché sono stati effettuati dei lavori di restauro che avrebbero dovuto finire a fine 2011). Il Castello rimase proprietà della famiglia reale dall'anno 1837 al 1881, data in cui venne venduto a privati. Carlo Alberto iniziò dunque quest'opera di adattamento a castello di caccia e residenza estiva, ma chi ne fece vero uso fu il suo successore Vittorio Emanuele II e i suoi figli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XO33FWYaMt0/TyrUMfHq63I/AAAAAAAAAVw/lDcTQ-8uOPA/s1600/grano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704605188995345266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XO33FWYaMt0/TyrUMfHq63I/AAAAAAAAAVw/lDcTQ-8uOPA/s200/grano.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ei4HtSLFtQs/TyrTwWUsAaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NPi0jXx6NUc/s1600/mulino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704604705597686178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ei4HtSLFtQs/TyrTwWUsAaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NPi0jXx6NUc/s200/mulino.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nell’antico borgo, sapientemente ristrutturato da Beppino Occelli, potete invece trovare l’antico mulino napoleonico dove, sotto la spinta dell’acqua, la grande ruota mette in movimento le antiche pietre che preparano le farine per l’inverno: da più di 200 anni si macina grano e castagne, segale per il pane nero, meliga “ottofile” per i biscotti e grano saraceno, ingrediente d’obbligo per i menù di queste montagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZsVIad-ZWU/TyrS6rBl3-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/DYnJpA5De4I/s1600/stagionatura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704603783441801186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZsVIad-ZWU/TyrS6rBl3-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/DYnJpA5De4I/s320/stagionatura.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naturalmente, una volta raggiunto il borgo, è d’obbligo la visita alla stagionatura dei formaggi dove la “muffa” la fa da padrona: sono proprio alcune di queste, definite “nobili”, a creare e a modificare in positivo il gusto finale dei formaggi. Nel buio di queste cantine potrete trovare a stagionare forme di Raschera, Losa, Testun o Cusié (avvolto in foglie di castagno), adagiate su assi di legno di diverse essenze (pero, melo, ciliegio…) che conferiscono un gusto in più, spesso unico e irripetibile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mlj_m1fdkM/TyrVqhdg7pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8JD3rIJTffg/s1600/tagliere.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704606804531539602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mlj_m1fdkM/TyrVqhdg7pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8JD3rIJTffg/s200/tagliere.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un consiglio spassionato che vi posso dare è quello di arrivare per l’ora di pranzo, così nella tranquillità del borgo potete gustarvi presso la locanda (magari in compagnia di qualche personaggio del posto che si ritrova per una partita a tre sette), un bel tagliere di salumi e di formaggi, oppure un bel piatto di polenta fumante. A pancia piena potrete così dedicarvi meglio alla visita guidata e non dimenticatevi un maglioncino: l’umidità è elevata e la temperatura è bassa anche se si è d’estate e, all’aperto, cerchereste volentieri l’ombra di un bel castano secolare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-8540231923048535527?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8540231923048535527/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2012/02/valcasotto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8540231923048535527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8540231923048535527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2012/02/valcasotto.html' title='Valcasotto'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH80kPOCuuE/TyrWefA-SoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Y9eeKqpy-bQ/s72-c/castello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-8057926657416838706</id><published>2012-01-29T18:07:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:24:47.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricette - Recipes'/><title type='text'>Bagna càuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdBWfudTg4k/TyWY1S0dD4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4LvvctNPgsY/s1600/blog4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703132544486936450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdBWfudTg4k/TyWY1S0dD4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4LvvctNPgsY/s400/blog4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hot anchovy and garlic dip / Knoblauch-Sardellen-Sauce / Sauce à base d'ail et d'anchois / Salsa de ajo y anchoas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Break the garlic into cloves and peel it. If it isn't fresh, remove the internal germ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Place the garlic in a saucepan and cover it with milk, and simmer until tender to the point of a knife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Discard the milk, and chop the garlic coarsely witha heavy knife. Sprinkle it generously with fine salt and then cut it finely with the point of the same knife. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Return the garlic to the saucepan and add the oil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Rinse the salt off the anchovies and wash them in vinegar. Pat them dry and add them to the oil and garlic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Return the pan to a low heat (the oil mustn't boil) and stir continuously (in order not to burn the garlic) until the mixture reaches aneven consistency. (Clearly, this operation was much easier in the past, when it was done over the live coals of a brazier, rather than ona stove or with a gas cooker).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- After about 20 minutes add a little butter, stir the mixture until the butter melts, and serve in the spe-cial warmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Be careful to keep the dip warm without letting it boil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- According to tradition, bagna càuda was eaten by dipping only cardoons and raw capsicums, and good bread, but it seems right that the evolution of the dish now allows the inclusion of: Jerusalem artichoke in slices or strips, cabbage leaves, boiled turnip, baked beetroot, and baked capsicums.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- The vegetables are served with thedip, precut into pieces, and arranged in a large serving dish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Ingredients for each person: 3/4 of. a head of garlic - 50 gr. anchovies -150mloil-butter-salt-cardoons-caspicums-Jerusalem artichoke (tapinambour) -cabbage-turnip-beetroot,etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sUkYejKtjw/TyWXz4410QI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0qOuFpTUia0/s1600/blog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703131420834517250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sUkYejKtjw/TyWXz4410QI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0qOuFpTUia0/s200/blog2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzV1e8_UEQY/TyWXfLk5vEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6Vi06YaiPBo/s1600/blog1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703131065073908802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzV1e8_UEQY/TyWXfLk5vEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6Vi06YaiPBo/s200/blog1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-8057926657416838706?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8057926657416838706/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2012/01/bagna-cauda.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8057926657416838706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8057926657416838706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2012/01/bagna-cauda.html' title='Bagna càuda'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdBWfudTg4k/TyWY1S0dD4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4LvvctNPgsY/s72-c/blog4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-2638866665036230996</id><published>2011-06-10T22:14:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:51:18.279+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agriturismo - Agritourism'/><title type='text'>your wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lotpYIz-rQ/TfJ_5pSyLXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8oeeNKSyAwU/s1600/P1020469.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616692313598340466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lotpYIz-rQ/TfJ_5pSyLXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8oeeNKSyAwU/s400/P1020469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E se il vostro matrimonio avesse come sfondo le colline di Langa, terra affascinante, unica, ricca di storia, un paesaggio dolcemente collinare dove la vite si alterna ai boschi e a distese di nocciole (Fascinating, unique, rich, historical land: woods alternate a sweet hilly landscape cultivated with vines, remote valleys meet delicious and antiques "cascine”)!?&lt;br /&gt;E se come location ci fosse il nostro agriturismo, immerso nel verde per assaporare cibi genuini e deliziosi vini della tradizione piemontese (a pretty agritourism in the vineyards in the nature to taste good food and delicious wines of Piemontese tradition.)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIv-v_hCdpU/TfJ-7tbKmNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hC-RxQGQuiQ/s1600/P1020467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616691249555347666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIv-v_hCdpU/TfJ-7tbKmNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hC-RxQGQuiQ/s200/P1020467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La filosofia del luogo e quella dello Slow living, il vivere lento, l’assaporare il dolce trascorrere del tempo, il lasciarsi andare ad un momento di sospensione dai ritmi quotidiani: ideale per chi vuole farsi coccolare dai profumi e dai sapori di questa terra, contemplando lo splendido paesaggio, riscoprendo cibi e sapori ricchi di tradizione e di storia accompagnati da nobili e pregiati vini, la scoperta dei piaceri del buon vivere. Slow Living in a contemplative way, paying attention to what you are doing, without forgetting yourself, is without a doubt a form of meditation. Slow Living is the rediscovery of taking your time when doing things, of the delicacies of the heart, of expressions full of respect and awe, of daily meditation; not in evasion but in appreciation of the here and now with humility and courage.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjEJlhZ71a4/TfJ-VBzMOsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-G6ab8UAk5c/s1600/P1020476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616690585009928898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjEJlhZ71a4/TfJ-VBzMOsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-G6ab8UAk5c/s200/P1020476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slow Living is not how sweet it is to do nothing, the rediscovery of observing time, going sailing, with its calmer rhythms is a metaphor for this new concept of time). Per chi sceglie il rito religioso, c’è anche la piccola cappella di Sant’Eufemia, immersa nei vigneti.&lt;br /&gt;La musica aiuterà a rendere più piacevole il pomeriggio o la serata del vostro “Si”: un sottofondo faciliterà gli invitati ad ambientarsi, mentre sul finale si potrà “alzare il volume” per coinvolgere tutti in un’allegra festa danzante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-2638866665036230996?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/2638866665036230996/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/2638866665036230996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/2638866665036230996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-wedding.html' title='your wedding'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lotpYIz-rQ/TfJ_5pSyLXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8oeeNKSyAwU/s72-c/P1020469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-1157139484592083493</id><published>2011-05-19T19:30:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:42:51.432+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiacchiere - Chatting'/><title type='text'>Protagonisti di una fiaba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oS64a7hmL9Q/TdV_FbX6jsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yOOQEg3cBUo/s1600/per%2Bpost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608528642183958210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oS64a7hmL9Q/TdV_FbX6jsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yOOQEg3cBUo/s400/per%2Bpost.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qualche domenica fa scendemmo in paese per goderci un po' la vita del borgo: l'occasione era rappresentata dalla "Giornata della Biblioteca", organizzata nell'ambito dell'iniziativa "Voler bene all'Italia". In diverse postazioni sparse per il paese, alcuni brani tratti dai libri appena entrati a far parte della dotazione della biblioteca pubblica venivano letti dagli attori della Compagnia teatrale del nostro paese ...e non solo da loro! Infatti proprio sotto il piccolo porticato di Sinio si era formato un gruppetto di amici e tra loro c'era anche l'autrice di tante belle fiabe amate dai più piccini: Peter Pan!! Dopo aver chi mangiato un gelato, chi sorseggiato un chinotto, ritornammo improvvisamente bambini ascoltando la lettura di una di queste belle favole: la storia di un famoso cuoco di non mi ricordo più quale fantastico paese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alla fine della fiaba avevamo una voglia matta di vestire anche noi i panni di qualche personaggio favoloso, e così Peter Pan ce li ha cuciti addosso! Ma si sa, per ogni desiderio esaudito c'è un prezzo da pagare, e in questo caso la merce di baratto è stata qualche bottiglia di nettare di-vino molto amato da Peter Pan... E a questo punto si può proprio dire: vissero tutti felici e contenti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAOLO E CHIARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In un piccolo paese delle Langhe vive una coppia che ha fatto della propria casa un rifugio per i viandanti che si trovano a passare da quelle parti.&lt;br /&gt;Il loro regno si chiama Sant'Eufemia è circondato da viti e nocciole e ha un grande cortile che si affaccia sulla vallata.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo e Chiara avevano scoperto quel podere diversi anni prima e pian piano avevano iniziato a fantasticare sul come utilizzare quella casa immensa.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo è un uomo alto e robusto e sembra non dare confidenza, ma quando lo si conosce è una persona molto spiritosa e di compagnia e tutto il timore scompare appena gli si parla insieme.&lt;br /&gt;Chiara è una donna alta e bella, ma soprattutto forte e trasmette sicurezza e decisione a chi la incontra. Quando la si conosce però ci si ritrova con una persona dolce e sensibile che... comanda a bacchetta.&lt;br /&gt;Così, nel volgere di poco tempo hanno trasformato S. Eufemia in un luogo dove rifocillare e far riposare viaggiatori da tutto il mondo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixgfCVV_Vmk/TdV3_F5mjTI/AAAAAAAAATo/3LlxzX7xr4o/s1600/IMG_4709%2Brid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608520836759063858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixgfCVV_Vmk/TdV3_F5mjTI/AAAAAAAAATo/3LlxzX7xr4o/s320/IMG_4709%2Brid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non solo, ma Chiara ha pensato bene di insegnare a cucinare piemontese ai vari inglesi, americani, tedeschi, australiani che hanno soggiornato presso di loro, costringendo i malcapitati a pastellare, friggere, impastare, mentre lei osservava, gongolando, come mezzo mondo obbedisse ai suoi ordini.&lt;br /&gt;I viaggiatori di turno, attratti dall'idea di imparare qualcosa di una terra lontana dalla loro, si entusiasmavano per la lezione...i primi cinque minuti poi non vedevano l'ora di posare il grembiule e buttarsi sui letti delle loro stanze dove sognavano mestoli e fritture con le istruzioni di Chiara.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo, invece, per prendere le distanze da tutto quel bailamme, ha deciso di dedicarsi alla sponsorizzazione del paese con un'idea dal titolo: vedrai cosa ti combino come presidente della Pro Loco.&lt;br /&gt;Così, in men che non si dica, si è ritrovato a gestire un gruppo di volontari per allestire la festa del paese e altre manifestazioni. Ci sono state delle libere elezioni, ma dovete sapere che il suo motto per farsi eleggere è stato: fatemi presidente così ogni tanto ho la scusa per lasciare il mio regno e le grinfie di Chiara!&lt;br /&gt;Ebbene sì! Questa coppia quasi perfetta ha una peculiarità: lei comanda, lui obbedisce, ma, come in ogni favola che si rispetti, l'ultima parola spetta alla soluzione migliore ed ecco che ogni discussione si risolve per il bene comune.&lt;br /&gt;Entrambi sono un vulcano di idee ed entrambi hanno uno scopo comune: far conoscere a tutti il nostro piccolo paese.&lt;br /&gt;Anche se ogni tanto ci sono delle piccole divergenze ci pensano l'amore e la dedizione che hanno l'uno per l'altra ad appianarle.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco, questa è la storia di una coppia che un giorno, incontrando una persona che scrive favole, ha pensato bene di volerne una su di loro, ma attenzione questa non è una storia completamente inventata... è solo un po' esagerata!&lt;br /&gt;Cari Paolo e Chiara continuate così!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608523506629672738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T4qnV0KzcY/TdV6af8W_yI/AAAAAAAAATw/7FC2tXmiOI8/s400/P1030448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-1157139484592083493?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/1157139484592083493/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/05/protagonisti-di-una-fiaba.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1157139484592083493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1157139484592083493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/05/protagonisti-di-una-fiaba.html' title='Protagonisti di una fiaba!'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oS64a7hmL9Q/TdV_FbX6jsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yOOQEg3cBUo/s72-c/per%2Bpost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-1181877233595080572</id><published>2011-04-19T22:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:18:17.084+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaggio nel tempo - Journey through time'/><title type='text'>Stranom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9Mmy4XEYY/Ta3sSUgVZCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-CX_lM_GCzs/s1600/P1030192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597389711377523746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9Mmy4XEYY/Ta3sSUgVZCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-CX_lM_GCzs/s320/P1030192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;In passato, nelle campagne, era in uso ribattezzare le persone con un nome diverso da quello anagrafico e questo soprannome, nella maggior parte dei casi, sostituiva il nome di battesimo, tramandandosi di generazione in generazione, rivelando l’umorismo delle persone. Così si può tranquillamente affermare che nessuna novità, in questo campo, è stata introdotta con l’avvento di internet, se non la differenza che il “nickname” (ora si sice così…) te lo scegli tu, perdendo tutta l’arte e la poesia del caso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Piemonte i soprannomi sono spesso molto pittoreschi anche se, non sempre, sono graditi a chi se li vede affibbiare forzatamente: generalmente però si accettano con divertita rassegnazione.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oggi giorno i nomi sono più strambi degli stranòm di una volta, e non si è più vincolati dalla consuetudine di tramandare il nome dei nonni: non sussiste più la necessità di assegnare un nomignolo distintivo per individuare una persona. La consuetudine si estendeva anche alle località, per caratterizzare l’indole degli abitanti del paese, ma soprattutto per sfogare il proprio campanilismo contro gli abitanti dei paesi vicini; lo stranòm veniva affibbiato proprio a tutti, nessuno escluso!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul3IaH9U-ts/Ta3ra59w0pI/AAAAAAAAATI/dp5789WfxCE/s1600/P1030873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597388759360393874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul3IaH9U-ts/Ta3ra59w0pI/AAAAAAAAATI/dp5789WfxCE/s320/P1030873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da parte dei nonni paterni io sono 'n avucat (un mio avolo aveva una gran parlantina e “sava un po’ 'tut”) ma anche 'n gril (un mio pro zio era stato visto correre giù per un prato con una blusa verde sbottonata e qualcuno aveva sentenziato “sata pei de 'n gril”).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molto più curioso e quello del mio nonno materno. Abitava in un piccolo paesino del Monregalese e nella bella stagione, alla domenica, ci si trovava in piazza per fare una partita a “Balon a pugn”. Ora, sulla piazza del paese c’era il peso pubblico e quando si doveva andare alla battuta, bisognava prendere la rincorsa proprio partendo dal peso: l’operazione non era per niente semplice perché il peso si muoveva parecchio e disturbava il battitore. Mio nonno riusciva invece a prendere la rincorsa senza patire questo movimento oscillatorio, così che la gente del posto, guardandolo in movimento, iniziarono a dire “smia 'n tamagnun!”. Risultato: i maschi che portato il cognome di mio nonno, ancora adesso in paese sono “Tamagn”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-1181877233595080572?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/1181877233595080572/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/04/stranom.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1181877233595080572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1181877233595080572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/04/stranom.html' title='Stranom'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9Mmy4XEYY/Ta3sSUgVZCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-CX_lM_GCzs/s72-c/P1030192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-1799121118013375396</id><published>2011-04-06T22:57:00.028+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:47:06.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agriturismo - Agritourism'/><title type='text'>Le nostre bestie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlpBH6JUfmo/TZzqSt8ovAI/AAAAAAAAATA/MmPgPmNEtGA/s1600/DSC06392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592602444579781634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlpBH6JUfmo/TZzqSt8ovAI/AAAAAAAAATA/MmPgPmNEtGA/s320/DSC06392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aptpA-rlgz4/TZzjSH5sHdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KdYHGDzDwGQ/s1600/DSC06392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the lazy: l'unica lady del gruppo, non è esattamente una "signorina" nei modi e nella stazza anche se sa conquistarti con i suoi occhioni dolci. Il suo gatto preferito è Pedro, l'unico a cui permette di mangiare nella sua ciotola.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592596809836888962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJZOMLEM_FQ/TZzlKu5Pg4I/AAAAAAAAASw/VEud2XTMaaI/s320/P1000259.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9HrIGzZPvvA/TZziuGdtfuI/AAAAAAAAASA/AuA18iQTcPo/s1600/P1000265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DODO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the speaking dog: forse il preferito tra gli ospiti ma sicuramente il più rompi scatole. Classico tabuj da cortile, vero latin lover della zona...o per lo meno ci prova durante le sue innumerevoli scorribande. Purtroppo la stazza non lo supporta e quando torna a casa spesso ha bisogno di cure e di un lungo sonno rinfrancante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IGnQLL9910/TZziKXAslhI/AAAAAAAAAR4/N3xKlIhlhog/s1600/P5250037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592596255213875730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOLfgVNmrzo/TZzkqcwz8hI/AAAAAAAAASo/yM1iaQzU06k/s320/P5250037.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, il sindacalista per la sua innata capacità di contestare ogni situazione non di suo gradimento, ma anche il più incline a stare in compagnia. Eredità del nostro amico artista Andrea Guerzoni, ne rispecchia alcuni tratti caratteriali: troppo simili per vivere insieme! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592595855019807442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNfVEuqks5k/TZzkTJ7HEtI/AAAAAAAAASg/tuTx8l4bBXk/s320/pedro1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIUR6GTLfPc/TZzhVzyeFXI/AAAAAAAAARo/qY0PIz3bhZE/s1600/pedro1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEDRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, il più dolce e pauroso della combriccola. Se è vero il detto che il gatto ha sette vite lui, per la sua curiosità, se ne è già giocate almeno tre! Forse è il nostro miglior cacciatore, pur non disdegnando la vita da sofà. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592595453342599698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1bPacdZ_nQ/TZzj7xjzShI/AAAAAAAAASY/Si-pFwOBogs/s320/mister%2Bmoto.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx8iQ6g7Bew/TZzhowl-99I/AAAAAAAAARw/Mp8aJdZBna4/s1600/mister%2Bmoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISTER JONES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, il più bello: sa di esserlo e se ne aprofitta. E' cresciuto bene (circa 5 kg e mezzo), mangia come un lupo e riconosce a occhi chiusi il sacco delle crocchette... Non smetteresti mai di accarezzarlo ma attezione a non toccargli la pancia, altrimenti dovrai fare i conti con le sue unghie: altamente sconsigliato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-1799121118013375396?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/1799121118013375396/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/04/le-nostre-bestie.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1799121118013375396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1799121118013375396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/04/le-nostre-bestie.html' title='Le nostre bestie'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlpBH6JUfmo/TZzqSt8ovAI/AAAAAAAAATA/MmPgPmNEtGA/s72-c/DSC06392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-7886151713816037019</id><published>2011-02-18T23:43:00.023+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:12:36.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaggio nel tempo - Journey through time'/><title type='text'>No te podre olvidar, Piemontesina bella, seras la sola estrella, que brillara para mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVZW1dpNPgA/TV79sN0pjLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HSOdLEKtGJ0/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575172324797811890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVZW1dpNPgA/TV79sN0pjLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HSOdLEKtGJ0/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“El ritorno”&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;“Desde el principio la meta para los cuatro, fue Turin, esto debito a que tempo antes, habiamos restablecido contacto epistolar con los parientes de esa zona de Europa, de donde partiò nuestro abuelo en 1904 – Es decir tratabamos de restablecer el contacto perdito hacia 93 años. Un sentimento contradictorio albergaba nuestros corazones, cuando lo resolvimos y la distanzia, la seguridad de encontrarnos con nuestras raices y el inefable placet de conocer a quienes llevaban nuestro mismo apellido, como era su apariencia fisica, nos hacia prever algo simple, emozionante y muy grato, el intercambio de cartas y fotografias nos daba alguna idea, aun elemental, de quienes y como era el grupo familiar. Ahora, habiamos llegado hasta aqui, nos encontrabamos muy cerca del momento de nuestro encuentro, y todo lo anterior fue dando paso a un sentimento de dusas y sinceramente; nos hemos preguntado mas de una vez, si habia sido acertada la decision. …”&lt;br /&gt;…Con la participacion idiomatica de Adelmar y Elba, quien nos sorprendiò a todos cablando el Piemontes, que escucho cuando niña y nada mas, pero no se le olvidò, sorteamos los problemas de comunicacion”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Encontar el pasado”&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;“Mi compañero y amigo, un muchacho algo mayor que yo, de nombre Modesto, comenzò a contarme de las maravillas de lo que ocurria en America, en especial en la America del Sur, habia escuchado, que una colonia formada por gente de nuestra zona se habia radicado en Argentina y la prosperidad y la felicidad tocaba diariamente a sus puertas. Tenia conocimiento que inmensas tierras sin cultivar eran ofrecidas a los emigrantes debido a la falta de habitantes para poblar ese prospero territorio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575167804665933458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IF_CGbp-c7U/TV75lHBOrpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MukNSlSxUQc/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hacia algun tiempo que teniamos algunas referencias de quienes habian viajado y luego contaban buenas cosas de donde se encontraban a sus familiares de esta parte del mundo, en algunos casos y no pocos, enviaban dineros tan necesarios en este momento, y no faltaban las referencias de familias que habian podio reencontrarse en el nuevo mundo por el aporte de quienes se arriesgaron.&lt;br /&gt;…Cuanto esfuerzo debimos realizar para poder juntar el dinero necesario para pagar los pasajes, para un pueblo afectado de crisis severa y una famiglia poco pudiente se trasformo en una verdadera obra de sacrificio y trabajo personal. En una hermosa mañana de abrildel año 1904 con todo lo que pudimos juntar emprendimos el viaje a Genova, con el convencimiento de ir a hacer la America. … Diariamente concurriamos a las distintas oficinas desde donde partian los barcos cargados de gente y mercaderias hacia el nuevo mundo. Finalmente y luego de mas de dos meses, conseguimos nestros pasajes. Una nublada y fria mañana, a bordo del “Sirio” un barco con bandiera Turca, comandante Italiano y marineros de todas partes del mundo, emprendimos nuestro esperanzado viaje”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575167237837404562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdXK77RnKC0/TV75EHaxuZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QW-kh2Cbrqs/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He tenido un sueño recurrente, desde muy niño, durante muchos años, en el llgabamos con nuestra famiglia, a un pueblito, en Italia, de calles angostas y empedradas, con casas antigas, pero bien conservadas y un estilo arquitectonico definido, al principio no podia precisar bien lo que estaba llegando a mi mente, luego se clarifico. Junte valor y se lo conté a papà. Este, lo penso un poco y lo atribuyo a mi imaginacion y las revistas y libros de cuentos que leia.&lt;br /&gt;…Comprendimos, quienes tuvimos esta oportunidad de conocernos, el valor inmenso de la famiglia, la tradicion, las raices, la atemporalidad de un apellido, y lo que significa las generaciones, pasadas, presentes y venideras, algo tan bello, que hoy aseguramos “es lo mejor que nos paso en nuestras vidas”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gracias Humberto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="267" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hf2UqTR9lbE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-7886151713816037019?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7886151713816037019/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-te-podre-olvidar-piemontesina-bella.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/7886151713816037019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/7886151713816037019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-te-podre-olvidar-piemontesina-bella.html' title='No te podre olvidar, Piemontesina bella, seras la sola estrella, que brillara para mi'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVZW1dpNPgA/TV79sN0pjLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HSOdLEKtGJ0/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-4228184763069095665</id><published>2011-02-17T14:47:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:19:33.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attività - Activity'/><title type='text'>Grandmother's recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19cgc3AKY88/TV00WuazRII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Sy9aNI_2Hxw/s1600/P1010270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574669478776751234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19cgc3AKY88/TV00WuazRII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Sy9aNI_2Hxw/s400/P1010270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who should pass on the cookery culture of our land better than our grandmothers? From the humble traditional country dishes, like gnocchi, bagna cauda and stuffed onions, to designer courses of Piedmontese cooking, such as vitello tonnato, agnolotti, brasato, bollito, etc…&lt;br /&gt;How many times, having enjoyed a great meal, have you thought: “Ah, if only I could have the recipe?” Well, here is your opportunity! Pro Loco (a local association - &lt;a href="http://www.prolocosinio.it/"&gt;http://www.prolocosinio.it/&lt;/a&gt;) along with Colori di Langa (&lt;a href="http://www.coloridilanga.it/"&gt;http://www.coloridilanga.it/&lt;/a&gt;), organises cooking classes and demonstrations in Sinio, a small medieval village in the heart of the Langhe. The women of the village have collected their stories and best recipes,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLm7wSwi0i0/TV0z83l2hvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VVCOWnYFTmw/s1600/P1010364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574669034562422514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLm7wSwi0i0/TV0z83l2hvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VVCOWnYFTmw/s200/P1010364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and will be delighted to teach those who would like to explore the art of local cooking, and take home a special memory of our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants: min. 2 - max. 8 people&lt;br /&gt;Subjects of the cooking classes:&lt;br /&gt;- Introduction to Piedmontese and Langarola cooking&lt;br /&gt;- Wine and food matchings&lt;br /&gt;- Demonstration and Practicals (starters, first course, second course, dessert)&lt;br /&gt;- Tasting the food prepared together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay in the South of Piedmont, discovering the wine and food of a special land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ogvKX3s1yw/TV0zh_VR45I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zQ0xQJrE0Gc/s1600/P1020019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574668572783928210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ogvKX3s1yw/TV0zh_VR45I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zQ0xQJrE0Gc/s200/P1020019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjZOr78Ql30/TV0zGpwrCRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/c_OoKl5Vj5c/s1600/P1010391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574668103136774418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjZOr78Ql30/TV0zGpwrCRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/c_OoKl5Vj5c/s200/P1010391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-4228184763069095665?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/4228184763069095665/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/02/grandmothers-recipes.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/4228184763069095665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/4228184763069095665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/02/grandmothers-recipes.html' title='Grandmother&apos;s recipes'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19cgc3AKY88/TV00WuazRII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Sy9aNI_2Hxw/s72-c/P1010270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-7096314497612039193</id><published>2011-02-04T21:42:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:09:48.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaggio nel tempo - Journey through time'/><title type='text'>La festa di leva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TU2dwKr-9xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aR1e6M-tJvc/s1600/P1030191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570281764955289362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TU2dwKr-9xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aR1e6M-tJvc/s400/P1030191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queste foto ci riportano indietro nel tempo, in un piccolo paese del Monregalese, durante la "festa di leva": una festa bellissima e unica nel suo genere, che si è tramandata nel tempo ed ancora oggi è un'abitudine nei piccoli paesi, per festeggiare il raggiungimento della maggiore età.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiedo a mia madre che mi racconti qualcosa di quel giorno e, come per incanto, i suoi occhi sorridono al ricordo dei suoi 20 anni e la descrizione è così precisa che sembra sia trascorso poco tempo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Una volta si diventava maggiorenni a 21 anni, ma la festa si organizzava a 20 anni "&lt;em&gt;normalmente d'inverno, prima che finisse l'anno, perchè poi qualcuno poteva già essere chiamato a fare il militare se era nato nei primi mesi dell'anno". &lt;/em&gt;Erano i ragazzi del paese che organizzavano la leva e per loro la festa durava 2/3 giorni, ed erano loro ad invitare le loro coscritte&lt;em&gt; "noi ragazze non c'entravamo niente, ma loro erano sempre molto gentili e in quell'occasione ci regalavano sempre una rosa o un altro fiore".&lt;/em&gt; L'allegria era preceduta dalla tensione dei preparativi perchè tutto doveva essere perfetto, una festa che non si sarebbe mai dovuta dimenticare&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Per le ragazze c'era la scelta dell'abito "&lt;em&gt;dovevamo essere belle agli occhi dei ragazzi, ma anche agli occhi dei paesani che ci avrebbero guardate e criticate: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;io avevo un bel vestito azzurro...mi piaceva così tanto che l'ho indossato sino a consumarlo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si acoltava la messa al mattino, celebrata per noi, poi il pranzo a mezzogiorno, e nel pomeriggio festa danzante con l'invito esteso a tutta la gente del paese:&lt;em&gt;"andavamo a ballare alla Società operaia, si ballava sino a sera e alla ragazza che ballava meglio regalavano la fascia della leva".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569951736030712226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TUxxl9IuUaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7noZM6TDj3o/s320/P1030199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-7096314497612039193?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7096314497612039193/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-festa-di-leva.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/7096314497612039193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/7096314497612039193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-festa-di-leva.html' title='La festa di leva'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TU2dwKr-9xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aR1e6M-tJvc/s72-c/P1030191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-406675901626098468</id><published>2011-01-06T18:45:00.029+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:52:03.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventi - Events'/><title type='text'>Presepe vivente di Prea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSZDXcTXkQI/AAAAAAAAANo/-pyzdLJhV2o/s1600/cabana%2Bd%2Boer%2Bbamb%25C3%25ACn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559204860048937218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSZDXcTXkQI/AAAAAAAAANo/-pyzdLJhV2o/s400/cabana%2Bd%2Boer%2Bbamb%25C3%25ACn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Přea e eř sè Presepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY5SntbHiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bflO4yOS0mQ/s1600/percorso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559193782095388194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY5SntbHiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bflO4yOS0mQ/s320/percorso.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sono le 18 e anche nella piazza di Sinio l'aria è davvero frescolina...ma tutti noi siamo super imbacuccati e pronti a sfidare freddo e neve: stiamo andando a Prea, suggestivo borgo delle valli Monregalesi, dove ormai da 30 anni si perpetua un evento davvero affascinante, il PRESEPE VIVENTE! La serata è stupenda: cielo stellato, alberi e case imbiancati da una coltre di neve ghiacciata...non potevamo pretendere di più!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ci incamminiamo tra le viuzze strette del paesino arroccato sulle montagne, facendoci ogni volta sorprendere dalle scene interpretate dagli abitanti: l'ambientazione non è riferita al tempo in cui nacque il Santo Bambino, bensì ad usi e costumi dell'inizio XVII secolo (&lt;em&gt;Oeř Presepe dla Přea l ai ina rapresentasioun d art e moeshtè di temp pasà&lt;/em&gt;), quando le montagne pullulavano di vita, di persone impegnate in innumerevoli occupazioni e mestieri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY-cJPJ5WI/AAAAAAAAANA/b5r5QX5XF-k/s1600/G%25C5%2599ul%25C3%25A0ou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559199443272197474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY-cJPJ5WI/AAAAAAAAANA/b5r5QX5XF-k/s200/G%25C5%2599ul%25C3%25A0ou.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY-zztKG7I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZRwtdyO3OTM/s1600/cadregu%25C3%25A8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559199849809320882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY-zztKG7I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZRwtdyO3OTM/s200/cadregu%25C3%25A8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E così dopo pochi passi ci imbattiamo nella bottega del fornaio (&lt;em&gt;panoutè),&lt;/em&gt; del calzolaio che costruisce zoccoli (&lt;em&gt;gřulàou&lt;/em&gt;) e poco più in là dei formaggiai (&lt;em&gt;fřuchàou&lt;/em&gt;): c'è anche chi fa mattoni (&lt;em&gt;mounè&lt;/em&gt;) usando la terra del posto, chi batte la canapa (&lt;em&gt;batitour ëd chambou&lt;/em&gt;) per ricavarne la fibra tessile, chi lavora la pietra (&lt;em&gt;pica peře&lt;/em&gt;) e chi forgia coltelli (&lt;em&gt;coutei&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY_o1wBUVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cKm2_aIRkA4/s1600/Arsi%25C3%25A0ou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559200760891265362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSY_o1wBUVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cKm2_aIRkA4/s200/Arsi%25C3%25A0ou.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il bosco a quei tempi era una risorsa importantissima: tagliavano gli alberi con asce e seghe ed i tronchi venivano calati a valle attraverso una carrucola saldamente ancorata ad un cavo (&lt;em&gt;telefeřica&lt;/em&gt;); nella segheria (&lt;em&gt;arsiàou&lt;/em&gt;) si riducevano in assi o, scavati, diventavano vasche per gli usi più disparati. Il bosco offriva di che mangiare, castagne in particolare, mangiate bollite o arrostite (&lt;em&gt;fruè e moundaiè&lt;/em&gt;) o fatte essicare, battute e scelte (&lt;em&gt;batitour e soerna ëd cashtanhe&lt;/em&gt;) perchè si conservassero durante l'inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Le foglie secche degli alberi e delle pannocchie riempivano i materassi, sapientemente realizzati da donne esperte (&lt;em&gt;materasèře&lt;/em&gt;); le donne erano fondamentali nell'economia famigliare: sarte (&lt;em&gt;sařtouře)&lt;/em&gt;, ricamatrici (&lt;em&gt;ricamatrizh&lt;/em&gt;), filatrici (&lt;em&gt;filatrizh&lt;/em&gt;), lavandaie che usavano la cenere per sbiancare il bucato (&lt;em&gt;alshia indinz a la sia&lt;/em&gt;), donne che facevano il sapone usando il grasso del maiale, la soda caustica e aromi naturali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSZAYqIjp8I/AAAAAAAAANY/oR9ebGxf1wc/s1600/cashtanhe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559201582406674370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSZAYqIjp8I/AAAAAAAAANY/oR9ebGxf1wc/s200/cashtanhe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mezzo a tanto lavoro, c'era comunque occasione di far festa: ecco allora che incontriamo novelli sposi che banchettano per le vie del paese (&lt;em&gt;la pouarta d i shpouzë&lt;/em&gt;), invitando tutti a unirsi alle danze, mentre nell'osteria (&lt;em&gt;oshtou&lt;/em&gt;) del paese si beve vino e si gioca a carte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSYzS1i9b7I/AAAAAAAAALY/5-di_0uxZas/s1600/sartoure.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559187188739829682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSYzS1i9b7I/AAAAAAAAALY/5-di_0uxZas/s200/sartoure.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando a salire arriviamo sul sagrato della chiesa; qui l'asino e il bue riscaldano la capanna in cui Maria e Giuseppe coccolano il loro bambino (&lt;em&gt;cabana d oeř bambìn&lt;/em&gt;), il neonato Gesù: e come nel presepe di Betlemme anche qui ci sono i pastori (&lt;em&gt;bergè&lt;/em&gt;) con pecore e capre, mentre dalla chiesa si innalzano canti e cori natalizi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uno ci perderebbe delle ore a descriverlo tutto, ma per vivere con forza, quella suggestione che ti rimanda negli anni passati, dove la vita era dura ma piena di soddisfazioni, bisogna ascoltarlo e guardarlo, a volte tornare un po’ bambini per poter rivivere come in un sogno, i ricordi che questo paese con la sua parlata, il kyè, ti regala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559202772406099378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSZBd7Oh3bI/AAAAAAAAANg/tIP02bRgUwk/s320/alshia%2Bindinz%2Ba%2Bla%2Bsia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSYyOfk0g-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bQqtZOc8us8/s1600/filatrizh.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSYxekUZNNI/AAAAAAAAALI/JSHKucRNEug/s1600/alshia%2Bindinz%2Ba%2Bla%2Bsia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-406675901626098468?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/406675901626098468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/01/presente-vivente-di-prea.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/406675901626098468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/406675901626098468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2011/01/presente-vivente-di-prea.html' title='Presepe vivente di Prea'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TSZDXcTXkQI/AAAAAAAAANo/-pyzdLJhV2o/s72-c/cabana%2Bd%2Boer%2Bbamb%25C3%25ACn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-5528668803593334914</id><published>2010-06-13T16:02:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:26:00.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luoghi da scoprire - Places to be discovered'/><title type='text'>Sinio, the charm and almost mysterious energy of our hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTuEr-kGZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UZF2DJse5TU/s1600/P1020605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482268410708760978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTuEr-kGZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UZF2DJse5TU/s400/P1020605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ours is a fertile and fascinating land. The small plains turn into gentle crests and then steep slopes. Ascending a little at a time one gradually comes upon a vineyard, a hamlet, an ancient castle and then perhaps, after a hairpin bend, a breathtaking panorama opens up varying through the different seasons of the year and changing its colours to offer the observer new emotions.We’re in the Langhe, a strip of Piedmont which nature has provided with apparent tranquillity and great vital energy. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTsoodKS5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/DaYJngKvOyE/s1600/28c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482266829215386514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTsoodKS5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/DaYJngKvOyE/s200/28c.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vineyards, worked with an atavistic passion, neatly cover the sorÏ and the sunny slopes of the hills take from this privileged soil the perfumes and flavours of their best red wines: Barolo, Barbaresco, Nebbiolo, Barbera and also the generous Dolcetto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the soil of the less sunny slopes is certainly no less generous: it is there that the hazelnut trees supplying the highly esteemed Nocciola Tonda e Gentile (sweet, round hazelnut) have found their ideal habitat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a land which likes to shroud itself in mystery, handed down through the generations in enthralling stories featuring le masche, alarming country witches evoking the most hidden and imaginative part of the popular culture of Langhe folk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTpVInElyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fb_Qy4Tf7fc/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482263195714623266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTpVInElyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fb_Qy4Tf7fc/s200/DSC_0200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le masche are the queens of frightening stories, created and modified by the imagination of common folk during the long evenings spent in front of the fire on cold winter nights. Stories which tell of inexplicable facts and sorcery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Sinio every midsummer’s eve the "notte delle Masche" is celebrated, an excuse to make merry and relive one’s childhood listening to the stories of the beneandanti, the untiring witch hunters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The almost stubborn will of the Langhe people was well summarised by: the inhabitants of the Langa are not afraid of digging even in the dark and that’s part of the reason why our land repays them so generously. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTsQlFWsvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y1lePFT0w8A/s1600/nocciole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482266415993369330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTsQlFWsvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y1lePFT0w8A/s200/nocciole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The products grown in the Langhe are unique because they’re the result of a series of components which only come together here: fertile soil privileged by nature; clean air far from the big urban centres and therefore from sources of pollution; the right climate for vineyards and hazelnut orchards; an intelligent farming tradition, strong-willed, solidly attached to tradition but not obtuse and with an eye to the future.&lt;br /&gt;All this makes the Langa an extraordinary place which with the peace it instils and the energy it transmits, inexorably attracts people to it. Almost all those who have come here, either by chance or because they’ve heard speak of it, come back willingly and not just for a good lunch or reliable purchases of wine and desserts, but for proper holidays to spend lulled by the sincere hospitality of the local people and with hundreds of opportunities to choose between days spent in close contact with nature or enriched by cultural tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482265470220590210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTrZhzjXII/AAAAAAAAAKY/Xwqj-HpSMd4/s320/in+vigna.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-5528668803593334914?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5528668803593334914/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinio-charm-and-almost-mysterious.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/5528668803593334914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/5528668803593334914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinio-charm-and-almost-mysterious.html' title='Sinio, the charm and almost mysterious energy of our hills'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBTuEr-kGZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UZF2DJse5TU/s72-c/P1020605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-433051086067333950</id><published>2010-06-12T21:56:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:26:35.412+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luoghi da scoprire - Places to be discovered'/><title type='text'>Bastia di Mondovì: Saint Florence's Chapel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPuT_kwVZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BjxxXehwQYQ/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481987198690547090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPuT_kwVZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BjxxXehwQYQ/s400/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cycle of frescos in this chapel is one of the most important and vast in Piedmont. The frescos cover a surface of 326 metres and date back to 24 June 1472, even if there are traces of paintings under the XV century's ones that date back to XIV century.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the position of the chapel is different from the ancient one. The primitive church had his main portal in west side near the street that was next to Tanaro river. On the exterior wall, you can see the picture of Saint Christofer that points out the position of the ancient portal of this church, built up along a pilgrims and wanderer's way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPtovt2FjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ifl3L6wJWQ/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481986455699330610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPtovt2FjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ifl3L6wJWQ/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPt7aeEHxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_kgiiRnCIUw/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481986776413511442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPt7aeEHxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_kgiiRnCIUw/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481986011381795026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPtO4gSiNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8CeWe0Qejbk/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-433051086067333950?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/433051086067333950/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/06/bastia-di-mondovi-saint-florences.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/433051086067333950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/433051086067333950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/06/bastia-di-mondovi-saint-florences.html' title='Bastia di Mondovì: Saint Florence&apos;s Chapel'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBPuT_kwVZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BjxxXehwQYQ/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-6642955765252806453</id><published>2010-06-10T22:11:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:55:20.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventi - Events'/><title type='text'>Candelo blooms and the medieval charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFVfT9Yq6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z-9z4JTely8/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481256217908652962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFVfT9Yq6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z-9z4JTely8/s400/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ricetto of Candelo is a medieval fortified structure built between the XIII and the XIV century. It isn't a prince castle, but a village built by the local population will: it was used to protect the community property, wine and grains. The reason why it is still in such a good level of preservation is its own function, community wine cellar: the village has never been steadily inhabited and it has never been modified to live inside its walls.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFU9w03gdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zd7_GNkI33I/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481255641542001106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFU9w03gdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zd7_GNkI33I/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The medieval Ricetto has a pentagonal plan, protected by walls and towers about 80 cm thick. The word "Ricetto" comes from the latin word "receptum": in the Roman period meant "gathering" inside the fortified Roman camp, which in the Middle Ages changed its meaning in "shelter, refuge". Everything, from the walls to the streets (called rue) is built by simple and poor materials: river pebbles fishbone placed in the external walls and pebbles and bricks in the cellars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFSS80YL-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/56jJf2Uyfxw/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481252707003543522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFSS80YL-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/56jJf2Uyfxw/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entrance tower (Door Tower, once with drawbridge) is the only way in and out to the medieval village. Just inside on your right you find the most mighty building: the Prince Tower, built around the end of the XV century by Sebastiano Ferrero, feudal lord of Candelo, important lord of Biella, treasurer and adviser of the House of Savoy. Nowadays the medieval village of the ricetto is one of the most important tourist and cultural sightseeings, something unique in Europe and certified as one of the most beautiful villages in Italy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFRFWfvshI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UFk890wLetc/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFRFWfvshI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UFk890wLetc/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481251373866529298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFRFWfvshI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UFk890wLetc/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFUhuzOOLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RObdUCmyv3s/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481255159961893042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFUhuzOOLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RObdUCmyv3s/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-6642955765252806453?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/6642955765252806453/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/06/candelo-blooms-and-medieval-charm.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/6642955765252806453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/6642955765252806453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/06/candelo-blooms-and-medieval-charm.html' title='Candelo blooms and the medieval charm'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/TBFVfT9Yq6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z-9z4JTely8/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-7625578932005336693</id><published>2010-04-14T22:32:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:09:47.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stagioni - seasons'/><title type='text'>Fioritura di primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mHmP9AZVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gZMNeQh8iyc/s1600/Pesco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461045114350626130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mHmP9AZVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gZMNeQh8iyc/s320/Pesco.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8YqqR4AkMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Keq3UN5Eei8/s1600/Pesco.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ragazza dalle guance di pesca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o ragazza dalle guance di aurora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;io vorrei che a narrarti riesca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la mia vita all'età che tu hai ora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;così la cantava Italo Calvino. Il pesco è originario della Cina, dove è considerato da millenni Albero d'immortalità, mentre in Giappone è venerato come protettore contro le forze malefiche. la sua precoce e dolcissima fioritura è simbolo di rinnovamento e di rinascita, di bellezza e di gioventù, ma anche di purezza verginale e fedeltà. Secondo il linguaggio dei sentimenti, se si dona un ramo di fiore di pesco si dichiara la propria ammirazione e nello stesso tempo ci si assicura una totale dedizione.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mGZYrC6wI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tgSsvShKtzA/s1600/Ciliegio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461043793841285890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mGZYrC6wI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tgSsvShKtzA/s320/Ciliegio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il fiore di ciliegio è diventato il simbolo di una virtù &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;oggi rara, la buona creanza ovvero la cortesia. In Giappone lo è anche della grazia, dell'integrità morale e della modestia, mentre in Cina ha ispirato il simbolo della bellezza femminile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelle campagne francesi gli innamorati mettono un suo ramo davanti all'uscio delle loro fidanzate nella notte fra il 30 Aprile e il 1° Maggio.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mGBb8utmI/AAAAAAAAAII/BR_zk3D4WiQ/s1600/Rosmarino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461043382403905122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mGBb8utmI/AAAAAAAAAII/BR_zk3D4WiQ/s320/Rosmarino.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosmarino significherebbe "arbusto del mare" e il suo fiore azzurro rammenta proprio il colore dell'acqua marina. Nel linguaggio amoroso dei fiori evoca un cuore felice, e se lo si regala trasmette il messaggio "sono felice quando ti vedo". Nelle campagne bolognesi dell'Ottocento si pensava che i suoi fiori, posti a contatto con la pelle, specialmente all'altezza del cuore, donassero la felicità.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un'altra credenza sostiene che faccia sbocciare i suoi fiori nel giorno della Passione perchè Maria aveva l'abitudine di stendere su di esso gli abiti del Bambin Gesù. Sempre per questi motivi in Spagna si dice che porti fortuna alle famiglie che ne profumino la casa nella noche buena, la notte di Natale. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-7625578932005336693?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7625578932005336693/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fioritura-di-primavera.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/7625578932005336693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/7625578932005336693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fioritura-di-primavera.html' title='Fioritura di primavera'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8mHmP9AZVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gZMNeQh8iyc/s72-c/Pesco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-3736866337312455740</id><published>2010-04-14T21:06:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:35:39.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiacchiere - Chatting'/><title type='text'>Prova a vincere un pernottamento gratis! Try and win a night free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8YTpglPkAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/izKc3Osgpeo/s1600/mistero3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460073202075013122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8YTpglPkAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/izKc3Osgpeo/s320/mistero3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crediamo che possa essere un'idea simpatica per offrire al primo di voi che indovinerà le due foto un pernottamento gratis, per soggiorni di almeno due giorni, nel periodo aprile - luglio 2010.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi raccomando, siate precisi nella risposta perchè saremo molto severi:-))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naturalmente abbiamo pensato che il premio vada condiviso con una persona speciale, quindi datevi da fare e farete una bella sorpresa al vostro partner! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buona fortuna...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8YTRNFRxxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZvcH4VBjNTY/s1600/mistero222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460072784523806482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8YTRNFRxxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZvcH4VBjNTY/s320/mistero222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We wish it could be a nice idea: the first who guess subjects of both the pictures will win a night free in our agritourism, for at least a two days' stay, from April to July 2010.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be precise in your answer, we will be very strict:-))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We think it's a beautiful prize to share with a special person, so come on and make a surprise to your partner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-3736866337312455740?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/3736866337312455740/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/prova-vincere-un-pernottamento-gratis.html#comment-form' title='18 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/3736866337312455740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/3736866337312455740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/prova-vincere-un-pernottamento-gratis.html' title='Prova a vincere un pernottamento gratis! Try and win a night free!'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8YTpglPkAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/izKc3Osgpeo/s72-c/mistero3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-6034563272505427361</id><published>2010-04-13T21:54:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:01:45.015+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attività corilicola - hazelnut trees'/><title type='text'>Potatura meccanica del nocciolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TOF66GrcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oqMf0z_iKPU/s1600/P1020413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459715249387515330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TOF66GrcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oqMf0z_iKPU/s400/P1020413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La potatura viene normalmente eseguita a mano ed è molto importante nella gestione del noccioleto perchè serve a mantenere l'equilibrio della chioma e a regolare il carico produttivo. Per un buon equilibrio tra la produzione e lo sviluppo vegetativo bisogna ricordare alcuni concetti:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- il ramo che ha portato frutti nell'anno non porterà più frutti ma darà origine a nuovi rami a frutto;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- le infruttescenze si trovano sui rami di un anno nelle parti illuminate della chioma: nelle piante più vecchie o troppo fitte la parte in luce si trova in alto, quindi occorre evitare che la fruttificazione si sposti troppo in alto ma rimanga distribuita lungo tutto il profilo della chioma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TN3_HxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0rWG_hJ8Qqo/s1600/P1020411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459715010000414226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TN3_HxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0rWG_hJ8Qqo/s200/P1020411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nei primi  anni di produzione basta procedere con dei tagli volti ad eliminare le sottobranche in eccesso, soprattutto quelle rivolte verso l'interno della chioma, mentre nella fase di maggiore produzione( dal 15°anno in poi) bisogna adottare interventi che mantengano giovani le piante stimolando la produzione di legno nuovo. Mano a mano che l'impianto invecchia e perde vigore, bisogna eliminare le branche colpite da cancri e i vari disseccamenti, in modo da stimolare la ripresa vegetativa senza compromettere la produzione dell'anno successivo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La potatura meccanica offre dei vantaggi - in termini di tempo di esecuzione - rispetto alla potatura manuale: rimane sempre a mano lo sfoltimento interno dei rami, ma con questo tipo di potatura si riescono a raggiungere molto più velocemente le parti alte della pianta che necessitano di intervento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vengono utilizzate macchine potatrici come quella in foto, con le quali è possibile procedere a tagli sia laterali che di cimatura del cespuglio: il taglio laterale, abbinato a quello della sommità del cespuglio, permette di ottenere piante più elastiche e più flessibili anche nel caso di carichi nevosi importanti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da alcuni anni si sta sperimentanto questo tipo di potatura e si cerca di definire quali siano i vantaggi in termini di riduzione del costo orario dell'intervento e gli effetti sulla produttività e la qualità dei frutti. La nostra azienda ha messo a disposizione un campo coltivato a nocciolo per la sperimentazione e, insieme, si stanno anche valutando le tempistiche di ripetizione degli interventi di potatura meccanica, le quantità "ottimali" di massa vegetale da aasportare e il momento ottimale d'intervento (autunnale o primaverile).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TNUmNTnII/AAAAAAAAAGw/K0VVxHDbEu8/s1600/P1020421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459714402017320066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TNUmNTnII/AAAAAAAAAGw/K0VVxHDbEu8/s320/P1020421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-6034563272505427361?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/6034563272505427361/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/potatura-meccanica-del-nocciolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/6034563272505427361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/6034563272505427361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/potatura-meccanica-del-nocciolo.html' title='Potatura meccanica del nocciolo'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8TOF66GrcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oqMf0z_iKPU/s72-c/P1020413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-3727931375843625662</id><published>2010-04-10T22:38:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:30:50.656+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventi - Events'/><title type='text'>Easter Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8Dl2TiJGsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I-NxcRsTkV0/s1600/P1020312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458615469492214466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8Dl2TiJGsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I-NxcRsTkV0/s320/P1020312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quest'anno il Lunedì di Pasquetta eravamo davvero in tanti!! In più di 100, abbiamo allegramente condiviso vino e pietanze nel cortile della nostra Cascina, sotto un sole tanto caldo quanto sospirato!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E poi, con la pancia bella piena, ci siamo incamminati tutti insieme chiacchierando verso Albaretto, 2,5 Km di "salita Bartali" che però abbiamo superato con scioltezza, mossi da un obiettivo preciso: salire sulla Torre e goderci il paesaggio che da quell'altezza è davvero straordinatio...giudicate voi stessi!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8DjncsjIjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nmQNf6ZcdTU/s1600/P1020319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8DjPjDqYFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0cLukkYunIc/s1600/P1020344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458612604621185106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8DjPjDqYFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0cLukkYunIc/s200/P1020344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were so many people on Easter Monday this year! There were more than 100 of us, and all together we have shared food and wine in the yard of our Cascina. The weather was very beautiful, the sun was warm and eagerly awaited!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then, with all our bellies full, we walk all together to Albaretto; 2,5 km on the "Gino Bartali's climb" (so that road is called) to reach our gol: go up the Tower and enjoy the landscape which is so extraordinary from there: judge by yourselves!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458614833004076434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8DlRQbi3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PSPUbe6WZ5Q/s400/P1020345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-3727931375843625662?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/3727931375843625662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/3727931375843625662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/3727931375843625662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-monday.html' title='Easter Monday'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S8Dl2TiJGsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I-NxcRsTkV0/s72-c/P1020312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-1355136629684276994</id><published>2010-04-01T22:22:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:34:10.356+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiacchiere - Chatting'/><title type='text'>26 Marzo 2010: il ghiaccio che scalda i cuori....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7ULl8WVdhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4sUzyUsnMVg/s1600/Pattinaggio_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455279270112097810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7ULl8WVdhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4sUzyUsnMVg/s400/Pattinaggio_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mai come venerdì sera l'uguaglianza GHIACCIO = Freddo e Impassibilità - così spesso usata per descrivere persone e situazioni &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7UHHTszCFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mVF3dME1kJ8/s1600/Pattinaggio_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455274345757870162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7UHHTszCFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mVF3dME1kJ8/s200/Pattinaggio_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- è stata tanto lontana dal vero! Al Palavela di Torino l'atmosfera era davvero calda, sia per i 25° C di temperatura, sia soprattutto per le emozioni che dalla pista di pattinaggio salivano arrivando fino all'ultimo gradone degli spalti e al più lontano degli spettatori!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7UHwvxvzoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/myA_xAEgzGU/s1600/Pattinaggio_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455275057669459586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7UHwvxvzoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/myA_xAEgzGU/s200/Pattinaggio_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noi per fortuna siamo riusciti a trovare posto un po' più in giù e a goderci lo spettacolo dei &lt;strong&gt;mondiali di danza su ghiaccio,&lt;/strong&gt; applaudendo, trattenendo il fiato, sgranando gli occhi....e naturalmente commentando senza pietà scelte di costumi e di musica. Ammettiamo che la tecnica era l'ultima delle nostre preoccupazioni: il "cuore" ha avuto sempre il sopravvento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naturalmente quando era la volta dei "nostri" il boato del pubblico diventava assordante e l'esibizione coinvolgente a tal punto da farci sospirare ad ogni evoluzione... E alla fine siamo stati ricompensati: la medaglia di bronzo della coppia Federica Faiella - Massimo Scali e soprattutto la loro emozione è stato uno dei momenti più toccanti di tutta la serata! Pesino Paolo, partito da casa con molte perplessità, ha dovuto ammettere di essersi appassionato, mentre io e Sara, manco a dirlo, abbiamo sfiorato più di una volta il pianto a dirotto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Del resto la serata era iniziata già più che bene, anche se in modo molto meno romantico, divorando un kebab arrotolato (degno di applausi!) e trangugiando una birra per strada, e non poteva essere che un crescendo di sensazioni positive!! E stiamo già pensando ai prossimi campionati europei che si svolgeranno in Svizzera: chi viene con noi??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455278447791590322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7UK2E92S7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/En_U0hjPHCc/s320/Pattinaggio_4.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455278795242700834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7ULKTUpgCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sBn8ey_PuJU/s320/Pattinaggio_6.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-1355136629684276994?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/1355136629684276994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/26-marzo-2010-il-ghiaccio-che-scalda-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1355136629684276994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/1355136629684276994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/04/26-marzo-2010-il-ghiaccio-che-scalda-i.html' title='26 Marzo 2010: il ghiaccio che scalda i cuori....'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S7ULl8WVdhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4sUzyUsnMVg/s72-c/Pattinaggio_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-3744699045608260271</id><published>2010-03-19T22:25:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:43:13.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vigna e cantina - Vineyard and cellar'/><title type='text'>Potatura e legatura della vite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In inverno si iniziano a potare le viti e, in questo periodo, si completa il lavoro con la legatura. Noi potiamo la pianta a Guyot: vengono tolti dalla pianta tutti i vecchi tralci tranne uno, vecchio di un anno, chiamato "capo di frutto", il tralcio che garantirà il grosso della produzione nell'anno in corso. Il numero &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6XNY0KCsLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dCloee1JCKI/s1600-h/potatura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450988750203170994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6XNY0KCsLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dCloee1JCKI/s200/potatura.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;di gemme lasciate nel capo a frutto varia da pianta a pianta: nelle nostre vigne al Dolcetto lasciamo circa 6 gemme, 7/8 al Barbera e 9 al Nebbiolo e al Brachet; oltre al capo a frutto è fondamentale lasciare sulla vite uno sperone da cui spunterà un tralcio che verrà sfruttato l'anno successivo come capo a frutto riaprendo così il ciclo produttivo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6UDRmARq1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nLcg2RqCOOI/s1600-h/P1020176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450766524796218194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6UDRmARq1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nLcg2RqCOOI/s200/P1020176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tornando alla legatura, si tratta di torcere delicatamente il tralcio che darà origine al frutto, legandolo al fil di ferro posto orizzontalmente: è un lavoro che deve essere fatto a mano è bisogna fare molta attenzione a non rompere i tralci che vengono curvati. In passato il vimine era un legaccio di origine vegetale molto diffuso (in piemontese "goret"), ottenuto dal salice - pianta molto resistente che predilige terreni umidi -; venivano raccolti d'inverno, conservati in ambienti freschi e immersi nell'acqua prima dell'uso per aumentarne l'elasticità: ora sono stati soppiantati da legacci metallici e in materiale plastico, con l'ausilio di una legatrice rapida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46d3aa82a26ff86f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46d3aa82a26ff86f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E17F5243F9B176D84AEF9AE79E17A27B5F5BD4F.56E5B33F195C9B9087AD803ECCA3DB5E17FEE101%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46d3aa82a26ff86f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do7Izo2XGZd_i2wRnvYx9IYpGw7c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46d3aa82a26ff86f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E17F5243F9B176D84AEF9AE79E17A27B5F5BD4F.56E5B33F195C9B9087AD803ECCA3DB5E17FEE101%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46d3aa82a26ff86f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do7Izo2XGZd_i2wRnvYx9IYpGw7c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-3744699045608260271?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/3744699045608260271/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/potatura-e-legatura-della-vite.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/3744699045608260271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/3744699045608260271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/potatura-e-legatura-della-vite.html' title='Potatura e legatura della vite'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6XNY0KCsLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dCloee1JCKI/s72-c/potatura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-8016967627867367280</id><published>2010-03-18T19:57:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:30:18.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attività corilicola - hazelnut trees'/><title type='text'>Nocciole, non solo lavoro....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J_7RujVjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UmZ8rjzLJEA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450059155419387442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J_7RujVjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UmZ8rjzLJEA/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J9NnbbqbI/AAAAAAAAADo/cttXl4jNBFM/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450056171947534770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J9NnbbqbI/AAAAAAAAADo/cttXl4jNBFM/s200/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonda e gentile....la Nocciola Piemonte è un frutto dal sapore delizioso che cresce tra le colline delle Langhe: questa nocciola è qualitativamente superiore a tutte le altre ed è un gioiello della tradizione piemontese, conosciuto e apprezzato in tutto il mondo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More informations: &lt;a href="http://www.nocciolapiemonte.it/"&gt;http://www.nocciolapiemonte.it/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il nocciolo, nella realtà langarola, ha radici salde e profonde ed il frutto è entrato negli usi e costumi della gente di questo territorio, permettendone le espressioni della cucina, influenzandone le abitudini alimentari, addirittura diventando un elemento di festa, di manifestazioni popolari e di folklore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J95KPz2OI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZkglaL-kW5w/s1600-h/IMGP2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450056920028403938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J95KPz2OI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZkglaL-kW5w/s200/IMGP2177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il nocciolo è entrato a tal punto a far parte della cultura locale da essere avvolto da un'aura di magia: i contadini ritenevano che il suo cespuglio fosse abitato da fate e folletti (ma del discorso "masche" ne riparleremo in un'altra occasione).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gli ospiti dell'agriturismo vengono come attratti dalle nocciole che noi mettiamo a seccare sul fienile: gli adulti normalmente non hanno mai visto tante nocciole tutte insieme e c'è chi è titubante a camminarci dentro per paura di romperle, mentre altri ti chiedono se possono aiutarti e, una volta che hanno una pala in mano, vedono il mucchio di nocciole come una "sfida". I più piccini, invece, prendono subito confidenza con la "tonda e gentile" e riconoscono immediatamente il momento "ludico" divertendosi un sacco (anche se, ogni tanto, a noi tocca raccoglierle un'altra volta...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Provare per credere.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J-het3uxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YxWSQYDCU3U/s1600-h/DSCN6620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450057612717964050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J-het3uxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YxWSQYDCU3U/s320/DSCN6620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J_a1QAA4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5Nks0okU90Q/s1600-h/nocciole1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450058598019236738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J_a1QAA4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5Nks0okU90Q/s320/nocciole1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-8016967627867367280?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8016967627867367280/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/nocciole-non-solo-lavoro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8016967627867367280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8016967627867367280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/nocciole-non-solo-lavoro.html' title='Nocciole, non solo lavoro....'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S6J_7RujVjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UmZ8rjzLJEA/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-2656357539050482283</id><published>2010-03-13T10:49:00.028+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:40:50.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luoghi da scoprire - Places to be discovered'/><title type='text'>Sacra di San Michele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S508QzXyotI/AAAAAAAAADI/nTUhdA4ErL8/s1600-h/Sacra+ridotto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448577383553737426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S508QzXyotI/AAAAAAAAADI/nTUhdA4ErL8/s320/Sacra+ridotto.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;The monument symbolising Piedmont region&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We visited the Sacra di San Michele few days ago, together with some friends from Varese; it has been a great experience! You can see the Shire from a distance, infact it rises on the top of a mountain, so you start enjoying the visit in advance... and when you reach the entrance the excitement is in the highest degree!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shrine of Saint Michael was born between 983 and 987 to meet with the demands and the culture of pilgrimage: it's one of the largest European religious Romanesque architectural complexes, the result of construction and enlargements made over a millennium. The three chapels, built in the rocks under the present basilica, show the dawn of the settlement; it's from them that the ancient monastery developed (XI c.). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5y32O-K8KI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z-t6TT8IBjk/s1600-h/Sacra+ridotta+bis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448431791571136674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5y32O-K8KI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z-t6TT8IBjk/s200/Sacra+ridotta+bis.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The present three aisles basilica dates to the XII century. It lays on the primitive cells and on the basement built around the Grand Stairway of the Dead. The church's western spans and the buildings in the north of the complex date back to the Gothic period. The XII century was the period of its greatest splendour, it gave hospitality to pilgrims and aristocrats and was a fulcrum of a patrimony that spread all over Europe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrance is the most superb portion of the Abbey. The façade (just a little over 135 feet) is decorated by a combination of colours and geometry, the straight lines of the iron-grey foundation and the greenish full curves of the church. The façade ends in the apse and in the gallery made by arches (the "viretti") which is one of the most beautiful Romanesque apsidal loggia in Italy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50VzzcANjI/AAAAAAAAACI/6U4AEvszT1o/s1600-h/Scalinata.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448535103913342514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50VzzcANjI/AAAAAAAAACI/6U4AEvszT1o/s200/Scalinata.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the entrance, the church is reached through a large and steep stairway. After the first few steps, on the left there is a pilaster over 18 meters high (about 60 feet) which supports the church's floor; to the right the large greenish rock invades the front wall; some arches may be noticed, as well as tombs and wide niches which, until the recent restoration, containned the skeletons of some monks, hence the name of the Stairway of the Dead. The silence of the centuries dominates everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50ZnXkhJyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z09StYuueyY/s1600-h/Capitelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448539288320943906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50ZnXkhJyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z09StYuueyY/s200/Capitelli.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50f4ZY4YvI/AAAAAAAAACY/XIv_gkx2QG8/s1600-h/Porta.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The door of the zodiac stands on the top of the steep Stairway of the Dead. Beautiful work by Maestro Nicolao, a famous sculptor during the twelfth century. It's made of pieces of marble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going upwards, the jamb to the right shows the signs of the zodiac, while the jamb to the left, other constellations; there are slender and elegant columns, with capitals telling biblical stories (Cain and Abel, Samson and Delilah) or symbolic stories (women tearing each other's hair; women nourishing snakes, lions with a dragon's head and tail).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50f4ZY4YvI/AAAAAAAAACY/XIv_gkx2QG8/s1600-h/Porta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448546177936548594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S50f4ZY4YvI/AAAAAAAAACY/XIv_gkx2QG8/s200/Porta.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a large terrace, is the artistic Romanesque doorway of grey and green stones: there are arches, cornes and string-cournes supported by semi-columns ending with flowery capitals. On the top, the dripstone ended with the head of a hooded monk and the head of a young man (now lost). on both sides, right and left, are the columns with three foiled arches, all that remains of the porch that used to protect the door. The door panels, dated 1826, are decorated with the arms of the Archangel St. Michael and with the devil represented as a snake with a human face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For information contact the Rosminian Fathers: phone 0039011939130; fax 0039011939706&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;web site: &lt;a href="http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/"&gt;http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448575225184990706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S506TK0lNfI/AAAAAAAAADA/AjOUsR1L8xM/s320/Particolari.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-2656357539050482283?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/2656357539050482283/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/monument-symbolising-piedmont-region.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/2656357539050482283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/2656357539050482283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/monument-symbolising-piedmont-region.html' title='Sacra di San Michele'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S508QzXyotI/AAAAAAAAADI/nTUhdA4ErL8/s72-c/Sacra+ridotto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-8192598260125797777</id><published>2010-03-11T08:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:32:56.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stagioni - seasons'/><title type='text'>Neve a metà marzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5go2qoHHeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Lraricjvg0/s1600-h/neve6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447148668925189602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5go2qoHHeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Lraricjvg0/s320/neve6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normalmente, al 10 di marzo, ci si alza al mattino e si ha già in mente una serie di lavori che si possono fare in campagna: tra tutti questi, mettersi a spalare circa un metro di neve non è proprio usuale, almeno non qui in Langa... Beppe si ricorda qualcosa del genere più di 20 fa, ma non così tanti centimetri!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naturalmente, con la neve, a pranzo arriva anche un bel piatto di polenta fumante, che a casa nostra viene mangiata in svariati modi: c'è chi la preferisce con il latte, chi con il formaggio o la salsiccia e chi, come me, alla fine ne deve mangiare un pochino con la marmellata. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5gj0JVXrNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9qACSr5JFcw/s1600-h/neve6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-8192598260125797777?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8192598260125797777/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/normalmente-al-10-di-marzo-ci-si-alza.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8192598260125797777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8192598260125797777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/normalmente-al-10-di-marzo-ci-si-alza.html' title='Neve a metà marzo'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5go2qoHHeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Lraricjvg0/s72-c/neve6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692914355905777018.post-8484938518460100819</id><published>2010-03-11T01:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:33:23.849+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiacchiere - Chatting'/><title type='text'>Set-te lì e parloma un pò</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yw95DTG8I/AAAAAAAAABw/GQHdNC5QLMU/s1600-h/terrazzo+sulle+Langhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448424226544622530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yw95DTG8I/AAAAAAAAABw/GQHdNC5QLMU/s320/terrazzo+sulle+Langhe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cosa c'è di più bello che sedersi con gli amici - magari davanti a un bicchiere di vino e una fetta di salame - a chiacchierare senza fretta e a ruota libera?&lt;br /&gt;E' così che mi sento quando vado dal mio amico Meco Boetti, in arte Barbafiore, autore di poesie dialettali piemontesi (tra cui la raccolta intitolata appunto Set-te lì parloma un po'): mi siedo sulla seggiola e, mentre mi fa barba e capelli e senza che nessuno ci corra dietro, parliamo di tutto quello che ci viene in mente...&lt;br /&gt;Il lavoro, le scadenze, i mille impegni settimanali, il desiderio di fare e di dimostrare ci costringono ad una vita sempre più frenetica in cui rincorriamo il nostro tempo affidandoci a valori effimeri, senza accorgerci di perdere, poco alla volta, la capacità di apprezzare la semplicità (e il valore terapeutico!) dei momenti trascorsi in compagnia, condividendo esperienze e sensazioni, o anche solo il piacere dello stare insieme... Ha tristemente ragione Barbafiore quando nella sua “Solitudine” afferma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Im ser sempre 'd pi / con un i parl nen / l'altr i lo schiv... / e pagh per parlé con le psicanalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tr.: Mi chiudo sempre di più, con uno non parlo, l'altro lo evito... e pago per parlare con lo psicanalista.)&lt;br /&gt;E' proprio questo che ci piacerebbe evitare! Al contrario, desideriamo proporre uno spazio e un'occasione per conoscerci reciprocamente un po' di più, raccontando del lavoro, della famiglia, dei momenti di festa, dei progetti, delle delusioni e dei traguardi raggiunti...&lt;br /&gt;L'invito è rivolto a tutti, nessuno escluso, e lo spirito è lo stesso con cui accogliamo gli ospiti che fanno tappa al nostro agriturismo, Cascina Sant'Eufemia! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692914355905777018-8484938518460100819?l=cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8484938518460100819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/cosa-ce-di-piu-bello-che-sedersi-con_2227.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8484938518460100819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692914355905777018/posts/default/8484938518460100819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascinasanteufemia.blogspot.com/2010/03/cosa-ce-di-piu-bello-che-sedersi-con_2227.html' title='Set-te lì e parloma un pò'/><author><name>Cascina Sant'Eufemia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636795337739372558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yvyGVhtpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R-Zhv9CQruQ/S220/NOI+ridotto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1O3tBoqR6pA/S5yw95DTG8I/AAAAAAAAABw/GQHdNC5QLMU/s72-c/terrazzo+sulle+Langhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
