I don't mean to boar you

Something I never would have imagined myself saying with a straight face: I've eaten wild boar (or cinghiale, as it's known here) in one form or another for four days in a row. And it's been great. Maybe all the wine is making me more adventurous.

And the good news is that after three days of being soaked, the rain finally let up this morning--just in time for us to pick up and relocate to Spoleto for the rest of the week. Time flies...