Monday 9th June
The day started with us leaving lovely Lugo and three of our party taking the wrong train and ending up in a town called Wethorse - in Italian, 'Bagnocavallo'. Luckily, the side-tour to Bagnacavallo took all of 10 minutes and the trio (yes, I confess, I was one of them) were safely on the Bologna train before long.
|Nuala and Valerie, trying to make pasta sensuously|
|The adorable Rita|
|Rita makes magic with tagliatelle|
|Our funny looking tortelloni|
|Hungry writers waiting for lunch|