At breakfast today downstairs at our Locanda I heard the chorus of “American Boy” echoing in from the kitchen. I can’t believe, in this random hill town in the middle of nothingness, people know and listen to this crap. Blows my mind.
Our first stop today, about 50 miles away, was a small town called Potigliano. There’s a synagogue in the town and of course, it was closed because we got there during naptime. Sadly there are only three Jews left there, not nearly enough for a minion or to have a traditional Shabbat service. But still, it was cool to see. The town is built into the top of a hill and the façade is very impressive. I would say it’s worth a visit.