We probably should have been more culturally minded yesterday. After all, it was the biggest festa day that Potenza has to offer - the feast day of their saint, San Gerardo. It is celebrated with a big costumed re-enactment known as the Parata dei Turchi (parade of the Turks) to commemorate a Saracen invasion and the saint's intervention on behalf of the citizenry to save them from the marauding invaders.
The problem is, we end up spending more time in the city than we'd like. I was there all day Thursday acting as an interpreter for a food-related convention, and Bryan is there every weekday teaching. We also make trips for various and sundry services and products that we can't find in the village. We get a little tired of Potenza. Couple that with the fact that Bryan hates crowds - which were guaranteed to be thick and pressing at this event- and the beautiful weather that had us craving some time in the countryside, and we ditched any hint of a thought of culture and headed for the low, rolling hills instead.