Sunday, October 8, 2017.
I took a taxi from Montefalco (via Foligno) to Trevi (no buses run on Sundays in Umbria). The drive to Trevi was beautiful. As the taxi drove up the tree lined single lane road, I could see the town high up on a hill and to me it looked like a tiny kingdom from a fairy tale.
When we arrived, there was some type of event taking place at the main square, Piazza Mazzini, and the street to the hotel was blocked, so the taxi driver parked and helped me with my luggage up the street to my hotel.
When I entered the hotel’s office, the receptionist, Elena, was listening to a couple who were complaining about the size of their room and were requesting another room. I heard Elena telling them that unfortunately the hotel was fully booked but she would see what she could do. Elena greeted me and explained that my room wouldn’t be ready till 3 PM. Once she took my passport information, she gave me a map of the town and told me that I could leave my luggage in the office.
I decided to visit the church of St. Emiliano just beyond the hotel. The church was very quiet and I was the only person there. I sat there for a while admiring its interior with its beautiful frescoes. Afterwards, I walked down to the piazza where they appeared to be getting ready for an event. There were some merchants selling “Sedano Nero” (black celery-
which is actually green), traditional crafts and some jewelry. On my way to the Tourist Information office, I saw some people dressed in medieval costumes carrying their bow & arrows and apparently there had been an archery competition earlier that day.
I had decided to visit Spoleto the following day, and I found out from the young woman at the TI office that the buses to Trevi’s train station run very infrequently so I was advised to take the bus to Foligno then the train to Spoleto from there. I also found out that there are no taxis in Trevi; if one needs a taxi, the taxi comes from nearby Foligno.
Since it was lunchtime I walked over to ‘Taverna del Sette’, recommended by Elena, where I enjoyed my pasta dish & a fresh salad drizzled with green olive oil & a touch of vinegar.
There were a couple of men sitting on a table nearby and I noticed a delicious grilled steak brought to their table, so I promised myself to return for dinner the following day.
After lunch, I returned to the hotel and I was told that my room was ready. I was informed that my room was in another building, not in the main building. The hotel’s receptionist helped me roll my luggage down the street then he stopped in front of a great big wooden door, he took the key and opened it, we then climbed some stairs to the second level, past a dining room, he then opened another door that lead to my room.
The room had a great big bed with an amazing antique carved wood headboard. There was a hallway between the bedroom and the bathroom, and I noticed a door at the end of the hallway that was locked. The bathroom was very spacious but instead of a shower there was an antique tub.
After hanging some of my clothes, I went out of my room because I’d heard voices in the room adjacent to mine, and I was greeted by Elena who was getting the room ready for other guests. She explained that it was an apartment and I could see the kitchen from where I was standing by the door. I asked about the door in the hallway and she reassured me that the door was locked and it would remain locked.
Apparently my room was part of a large 2-bedroom apartment that is suitable for a family of four.