Thursday morning we visited one final museum in Florence as Dad had wanted to see a few more Michelangelo carvings before leaving town. The kids were rather uninterested after the first hour, but managed to find comfortable seats in each room! Molly just can't stand all the nakedness, but George was generally more interested in the carvings, perhaps due to his time carvings his wooden bird with Bill Picard.
Despite some searching for a while, I was unable to have a second serving of truffle cream sauce before strapping our packs on to walk to the rental car company. It was quite a trek, but we'd previously agreed that it was better for all of us to walk there than to ask Dad to drive back through the maze of one-way streets to pick up the luggage. It proved to be a good call when we found ourselves confirming the streets with strangers only three blocks into our journey. Alas, we made it out of town and reconnected with Derek , Deb and Evelyn, who got their own car, 80km north west, near the city of Lucca. The funny thing about driving , or just reading a map in Europe, is that they consider the narrowest dirt roads map-worthy, where as in Canada we'd consider it a driveway. Learning to navigate here is a challenge and a relationship test: Derek and Deb were certainly ready for wine when they arrived. Our car took a slightly less direct route in search of good scenery: we were not disappointed.
For two nights we've stayed add a small winery in a three bedroom apartment over looking grape fields, olive trees and some spectacular sunsets. The apartment is a converted barn with a lovely living room we rarely used because we spent most of our time on our patio. We had our fist dinner in, with Derek barbecuing locally made sausages on an open fire made from dried wine branches while Deb and I made pesto pasta and prosciutto bruschetta. It was all delicious. We had lovely local wines and we truly relaxed after a hectic week of travelling in cities.
After our morning coffee and breakfast, Dad, George and I climbed a 1k path to the nearby village while Derek and Deb drove the scary mountain road about 5k to meet us there for another coffee. When George asked why I picked up a fist sized rock and was carrying it, I sheepishly told him it was in case we met a wild boar, apparently a real possibility. The walk was worth it as the little village was a picture of tranquillity.
Author - Ursula
We are embarking on the family journey of a lifetime and I am trying to be the bravest and most adventurous version of myself as we begin. Looking forward to this journey is very exciting and rather overwhelming at the same time. We are making huge changes in our lives in hopes of enriching them.