After the factory visit they give me a lift to the hotel. The guys who own the hotel are polite and enthusiastic and speak as much English as I do Italian. They point me in the direction of a local restaurant for food. I’m famished as I’ve not eaten since the morning. After 2 hours of walking about village and not finding anywhere to eat, (the local bar with the swarthy villages passing the evening outside offers up only a limp slice of pizza and the local cafes as far as I can tell are selling only coffee and ice cream – not the basis for a filling meal) I head back to the hotel and after pulling out the iphone and using the translate app they get the idea that I’m about to expire and drive me to a local hole in the wall eatery where a plate of fantastic pasta is presented to me along with a cool beer.