Life in the rugged mountains of Central Italy is much like anywhere else in the country, but a little bit more wild and a lot less visited. As you enter the landscape of deep valleys and towering mountains, this becomes all the more apparent as does its profound beauty.
I borrowed a car to mill around in and soon found myself chatting with locals in a restaurant in the center of a small town made of stone. The girl who ran the operation offered to take me to her father's sheep farm the following day to get a sense of what a traditional Italian animal farm is like.
Surrounded by cats and dogs, I walked around the old wooden barn where they milked the sheep every day before letting them back onto the vast parcel of land surrounding their farm. The only sounds I heard were the routine shuffling of sheep's feet and the clattering of pails, chickens perched watching as I was.