…The food and service were wonderful, the peace was restorative, and we left feeling refreshed. In fact we liked it so much that we wanted to eat there again the next day. But we couldn’t find the restaurant or the alley anywhere. Now obviously we weren’t that familiar with any part of Rome, but by this point we had visited the neighborhood around the Piazza di Spagna on multiple days and were starting to get a feel for the area. More importantly, we remembered some of the nearby shops and landmarks we had seen just before finding the restaurant. We found those landmarks easily enough, but never did find the little alley….
…They have been active for many months. Someone thinks of the activity of supernatural entities, but in reality they are physical persons with a visceral hatred of sacredness….
In the spring of 2001 when I was traveling with family in Italy, I had an experience with what I thought was a spirit/ghost. We were staying in an old hotel in Venice and I had just lied down to go to sleep and after pulling the covers over myself I felt a cold breeze on my cheek and she whispered my name in my ear. It was like breath on my face and it was ice cold. I froze I was so scared. It was dark and I did not see anything, but I most definitely felt a breeze and heard the voice. I have not had any similar experiences since, but I’ll never forget it.
The Walnut of Benevento was an ancient and leafy walnut tree consecrated to the Germanic god Odin, around which met a community of Lombards settled near Benevento from the sixth century, in the territories originally inhabited by the Samnites. The celebration of pagan and religious rites, which included hanging a goatskin from the walnut, has given rise to various legends that have perpetuated over the centuries, concerning ceremonies and magical rituals officiated by witches on the occasion of sabbath (the return of the devil).