FLORENCE AND THE BLUE MACHINE
Once again, we were itching for some more Tuscan countryside (or any countryside for that matter) and headed for the rolling hills of a small village about an hour out of Florence. Kez had her sights on checking into a B&B which was an old castle on the hill, overlooking the vineyards but Ads had other ideas. Seeing as though the nights were cooling and they were only going to get cooler as our trip continued north, Ads insisted that we had one more night of ‘camping’ and had already snuffed out a spot next to the river. Kez caved once she saw the beautiful plot he’d chosen so we set up. We pre-rationed ourselves to only 1 bottle of wine for the night as we were going to go to Florence the next day and wanted to get an early train in the morning. Unfortunately, we buckled 20 minutes after polishing bottle number 1 and agreed that a second bottle was definitely necessary and raced up the hill to the general store just as they were closing the doors. We managed to get a nice local vino and were very pleased with our efforts so we cracked open our invaluable drop in celebration. We eventually got ourselves to bed and rugged up for what was sure to be a chilly night. It actually wasn’t chilly at all. It was bloody freezing! So much so that Ads turned on the car to defrost our toes and accidentally fell asleep – waking up an hour later to his suffocating wife gasping for fresh air. When the sun finally came out, we started to get organized to go to Florence and began to pack our things up, when Kez flew across the campsite and launched straight into the car shrieking “There’s a man with a gun coming!!”. Ads looked over his shoulder and realized she wasn’t fibbing this time and ever so swiftly shoved the last bits into Vic and flattened it out of there, both of us laughing hysterically at Vic throwing dust up everywhere and over anthills which felt like hitting trenches. As we peered in the rear view mirror, we saw through the cloud of dust, his dog beside him and realized that he was just out for a spot of hunting but we thought it best to keep moving anyway. We eventually got ourselves into Florence and tackled the crowds – once again, checking out the usual monumental haunts but we were more impressed with the class that this beautiful city and locals oozed and the suave, chiseled Policemen. Kez was impressed as well.
WIN:
Florentine leather goods are absolutely top shelf. Thank you to the little calves for our beautiful new bags.
FAIL:
Sorry Trunky, there’s currently no exchange program between the Mayfield & Florence police.
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