Let’s Return
I was on my fourth visit to Stia in the Casentino, southeastern Tuscany, when Michelle Logue published her blog on our Slow Travel Tours website (https://slowtraveltours.com/blog/an-italian-pilgrimage/). It set me thinking afresh about the question: why travel?
I needed to tie up a few loose ends for my new Tastes & Textiles: Woad & Wool tour, part of which takes place in the Casentino, southeast Tuscany.

Stia, only 1 hour 20 minutes east of Florence, feels more remote than it is.
For the first time I felt comfortable in the place. I could relax and enjoy being there. I had a mental map of the area and didn’t have to slavishly follow Google’s directions, which always send you by the quickest route, not necessarily the most picturesque.
There were a few people I had met on my previous visits who welcomed me back as a friend. They had suggestions of who else I should meet to add to my list of producers, and ultimately friends.
I’d been wanting to meet Elisa Bellugi, a handweaver now in her 90s. But when I contacted her nephew Luca he told me she’d passed away in February. Although I’d missed her, Luca kindly showed me the studio where she worked and a collection of her clothing and other pieces.

A coat and hat by Elisa Bellugi

She wove a blanket for the Pope

…and received a thank you letter from him.
I met Claudio Grisolini of Tessilnova on my second visit to Stia, but mysteriously all my photos of him had disappeared. Second time lucky.

Claudio at one of his many looms, all of which he runs himself since his assistant retired.

Claudio’s father founded the woollen mill and designed this coat.

Here it is on Audrey Hepburn in ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ (Claudio’s father is in the photo bottom right, not with Hepburn).
Next door is the Museum of the Art of Wool. It was my third visit to the Museum, but far from being bored, I found I could concentrate more on the details.

Elegantly decorated machine for measuring humidity in wool. No wool merchant wants to pay for wool heavy with water.
The Museum is Angela Giordano’s kingdom. She invited me to lunch, but her kitchen flooded that morning and we went out instead.

Angela will lead a workshop during my tour.
I had chosen the dates of my visit to coincide with the dates of the tour next year from 18 to 28 May. For the first time I walked up behind the Castello di Porciano where we’ll be staying on the tour, and below in Stia lingered by the Torrente Staggia marvelling at the force of the water that used to run the colossal machines in the woollen mill.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel…

Carpets of scented wild thyme

Torrente Staggia still beautiful but no longer useful as a source of power.
On my second visit I had spent ten minutes at the Monastery of Camaldoli, founded by the Benedictine San Romualdo in 1012. This time I dedicated four fascinating hours to it and the restaurant across the road.

The pharmacy originally made herbal medicines used by the monks to cure wayfarers. (Photo: Penny Barry)

The hermitage is still occupied by monks who maintain a vow of silence.They used to plant 4000 trees a year. You can see some of them in the background. (Photo: Penny Barry)

Bronze doors with symbolism of herbs and trees in gold leaf. Top right: ‘Thorn for pricking, correction and penitence’.

Centuries-old chestnut ‘Castagno Miraglia’ still surviving despite a hollow trunk.

The Monastery is in a nature reserve where herds of deer roam at sunset. (Photo: Penny Barry)

Dinner at Locanda dei Baroni, conveniently placed across from the monastery. Friendly staff and a fire in the fireplace welcomed us to the dining room.
You can only eat two Italian meals (at most) per day, and that’s pushing it! This time I could sample a few more restaurants.

Toscana Twist adds a modern twist to classic Tuscan ingredients.
I hate taking the autostrada which is useful only as a way of getting from A to B as fast as possible. At the end of my stay, I allowed myself the luxury of taking the back roads from Stia to Londa and on through the Mugello. From Stia the road runs next to the Arno River heading toward its source. Federica at the Castello had recommended that I stop at a water mill. I was sniffy. It’s no longer functioning as a mill, whereas we have four working water mills in the Garfagnana. Who wants to go look at dead machinery. But as I was passing anyway…

It was sad to see the broken wooden paddles of the old water wheel.

But the daughter of the owner gave an account of the late miller which brought the place to life.

The family was preparing for a party in this ancient room above the mill. Her father and mother were in the kitchen. They run bread workshops to teach how to make bread with sourdough starter.

The mill is the first one below the source of the Arno River. What a difference from the Ponte Vecchio in Florence!
I got home with a long list of people and places I want to return to. Travel helps me see the world with new eyes, giving me the capacity to understand other people, other ways of life and myself better. It’s difficult to dig deep if you’re always going somewhere new. The more I travel to the same place, the more fulfilling the journey. I’m going back. I hope you’ll be with me.
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