We are currently in Frankfort, Germany awaiting our connecting flight to Chicago. So obviously, finding WiFi or a Tmobile HotSpot in the middle of the rolling Tuscan countryside proved to be impossible. We have had such a wonderful time since we left Sorrento, I don’t even know where to begin (but I’ll try):
The drive to Siena from Sorrento was, to put it mildly, harrowing. At least for me (Kristin). I was a horrible passenger (nothing new), but this was a whole new level of gripping the handle. No one pays attention to the speed limits and/or traffic signs…and when you are going 140+ km/hour in a tin can Fiat, it can be especially challenging. We found it interesting that the speed limits vary based on what lane you are in on the Autostrada. It was about a 6 hour drive, but it was beautiful. It is common to see Renaissance castles and ancient structures dotting the landscape. Quaint little hamlets and villas. Oh, and at one gas station, the attendant pumped gas and made cappuccinos to-go at the counter!
When we arrived at the villa our jaws dropped. Borg il Poggiaccio is incredible. In the 14th century, it was a self sustaining village with a church, schoolhouse, blacksmith, etc. The entire hamlet was updated into an upscale village with all exteriors restored to the original 14th century appearance. Cobblestone streets (impossible with heels) connected each building, and a pool, terrace, restaurant and cave are all on the property.
Wednesday night was a “Embrace your jet-lag” cocktail party and it was so great seeing some of our old friends, as well as meeting Paul and Tanya’s family and other friends. It was such a great group of people!
On Thursday, the 9 a.m. wake-up call was a bit difficult, but we managed. I had emailed the villa owner prior to our arrival that we wanted to rent bikes and go for a nice bike ride. Well, once we were dropped off at the bike shop and asked how long we would like to ride for, 5 or 6 hours?, I knew we were in for a treat. Right. My vision of a leisurely ride through Tuscany on a bike with a basket (to pick berries and such) instantly turned into a daymare. Ingo (“Bingo without the B”), our tour guide, scared Ted instantly with his sculpted calves. We (Ted) decided on a 3 hour ride. The mountain bikes (no baskets!) were pulled out and I started to sweat. This was no leisurely ride- we were on serious trails.
Okay….cutting it short! I will finish up tomorrow – BYE!!
k&t
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Feels like I am there in your adventure. Miss you.
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