A
couple of years ago, my husband and I traveled to Italy, to the region
called Umbria. It was my first time in Umbria and I noted a difference
from other regions of Italy -- this one seemed to be less traveled by
American tourists, as opposed to, say, Rome or Tuscany. As is often the
case, I was on a "mission", to gather reference photos for my painting
and the subject matter was, you guess it: red European poppies!!!!!
We
cruised the highways and by-ways of Umbria, up and down the roads we
went on our hunt. It was easy to find numerous red fields, being May,
and there were many poppies around in full bloom, not only in the
fields, but parking lots, and up in olive groves. They grow everywhere,
very prolific.
Trevi
is a small hill town not far from Montefalco, which was basically our
home base; we stayed a couple of miles out in the country at a bed and
breakfast, one of the best we've stayed at in Italy. We drove the car
up the road to Trevi, parked it, walked around the town a bit and
ventured to the wall around the town where we could take in the
surrounding view. Lo and behold, looking out a couple of miles we saw a
monstrously huge poppy field in full bloom. We drove out of Trevi,
looking for this beautiful field.
After
about 20 minutes of driving around in our little Fiat rental car, we
discovered the poppy field. We pulled into a large patch of flat field
and I hopped out with my camera. My husband said, "go crazy, I'll be
right here in the car, checking out the map, take your time with your
photography!" Sounded great to me, so I bent and kneeled, taking shots
of the papaveri with more sky, less sky, to the left, to the right,
straight on -- many, many shots. Okay, I was ready to leave -- I hopped
back into the car, we backed up, he asked "are we clear?", I said "yes,
as far as I can see" -- and then -- we didn't move more than a couple
of feet -- I opened the door to double check what was behind us -- there
was nothing behind us on the right rear side, nothing AT ALL!!!! We
were firmly on the ground with three wheels, but nothing was behind the
fourth -- a patch of tall weeds was hiding a ditch about 3-4 feet deep
-- my heart began racing and pounding.
As
my husband carefully climbed out of the driver's seat, I slid over the
manual shift, into the driver's seat -- and there we were -- one wheel
mid-air -- with no way to extricate ourselves from our precarious
situation. This was a quiet part of Italy, there was little traffic off
the two lane road,many people didn't speak English -- what was to be
done? Fortunately a motorcyclist started to speed by us and we were in
his view....I leaned out the window and started screaming, damsel in
distress style and in English: "Help! Help! Help!" at the top of my
lungs.
The
motorcyclist stopped, pulled onto the patch of grass in the field where
we sat and spoke to us -- in Italian. I grabbed the English to Italian
dictionary, we spoke with him as best we could which included much
gesturing -- and he conveyed to my husband to go to the house at the top
of the hill, see if they had any tools to aid us -- which my husband
did. Unfortunately the elderly couple who resided in there also spoke
no English and couldn't understand our predicament. Luckily, Massimo,
our new found Italian motorcyclist friend, called another gentleman on
his cell phone for aid and then yet another Italian driver on the road
who happened to be driving a two truck. With much in the way of
patience and know how, they towed us out of our field location,
gradually pulling the tire back to terra firma and saving us from much
in the way of insurance issues with the rental car agency. It was a
calamity in the making but the goodness of human nature prevailed with
total strangers! How luck were we!
Massimo
and the other two men wouldn't accept anything in the way of our
gratitude other than "grazie, grazie, mille grazie"! We went back our
bed and breakfast and told our story to the owner, I shook for several
hours following.
Ah, what we do for our reference photos! Now you know the story of the poppy field painting!!!! Thanks for looking....
"There's A Story Behind This Poppy Field", unframed 5"x7" palette knife oil painting on panel, $70 includes s/h in the continental U.S., click Paypal button below or write me at KarlaNolan@gmail.com for more information
Greetings from Fort Collins, Colorado!
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