Conegliano and Valdobbiadene. They might be difficult names to pronounce, but they are places to be remembered.I’ve just returned from another exhilarating seven day painting holiday along Italy’s famous Prosecco Road. My guests are all home safe; and what a brilliant time we had. A week of total immersion into the local culture of this famous DOCG Prosecco region. We enjoyed a perfect mix of watercolour painting, Prosecco tasting, gourmet meals and more Prosecco. Not to mention experiencing an Italian vintage car rally, a Prosecco region cycle race, village festivals and the odd birthday party. Cant wait to do it all again next year.
The idyllic landscape of this region is dotted with charming villages and adorned by vineyards that gently descend the steep slopes. Thr region has been nominated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site . It offers artists of all levels of ability some of the best painting scenery in all of Italy.
Alberto owns and runs a small high quality Prosecco vineyard, cantina and guest house “Farmhouse La Rondine” in the hills high above Santo Stefano. We are always welcomed there like family. The wine harvest was just about to begin when we were there and all family members including his mama and papa were on hand to help. Alberto’s vines grow on the steep slopes on the hills around his farm, he had just employed twelve workers for three weeks to help with the picking.
Ernest Hemingway lived in Bassano during his days as an ambulance driver during WWI. His experience here provided inspiration for his novel “A Farewell to Arms. ” Here is Hemingway’s first paragraph from “A Farewell to Arms”, apparently written from the bridge:
Quote ; In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves.
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