"...This is no ordinary olive farm, and Umbria — a region in Italy’s heartland — is no ordinary place. My little band of agriculturally challenged cohorts and I have come to this estate for a literal taste of “agriturismo,” or farm tourism, in a part of Italy that some derisively dub the poor man’s Tuscany. And let them keep calling it that. In the meantime, they’ll find me enjoying La Dolce Vita country-style at the dining table of an Umbrian vineyard, eating white truffle pasta washed down with a nicely aged Arnaldo Caprai Sagrantino for half the price of the same in Florence. Or perhaps, as they and a million of their closest friends take in the Uffizi Palace, I’ll be grazing at the chocolate festival in the Umbrian capital of Perugia, sampling a steaming brew of bitter mocha and fig with a side order of pistachio fudge..."full article on washington post
