Bed And Breakfast La Corte Tuscany

... and limited to pastry or pizza at 5pm, but I found Brasserie La Loggia near the station that had a full menu all day.
Walked in to order a pasta and was amazed and delighted that they also had a display case full of Belgian, German, Dutch and other quality beers.
Had a La Trappe with my bolognese. Even though it's made in the Netherlands it was still a good tripel.
Was ready to go after that but ...

... ill once we made it to the station in Pisa. Not so fun.

Still, ok – we’re now in Pisa, right?, and so we should make the best of it. After getting a better map from the local tourist office, we walked from the Pisa train station to the Fiume Arno River (the same river that flows through Florence). During our walk, we saw this unique, teeny-tiny church named Santa Maria della Spina, which hung right on the edge of ...

partie tot ce matin pour faire les 4.5 heures de train entre milan et pise, nous avons traverser plusieurs petit tunel. le paysage de la toscanne est beaucoup moins plat que ce que nous avons vue du nord-est de l'italie.

une fois nos bagage depose a l'auberge, on est partie vers la fameuse tour de pise. effectivemnt, elle ...

... whatever we wanted from that room... This was at 3pm too, not like we arrived at some weird hour.
The "dorm" was just an apartment with 6 beds in 1 room, a kitchen and 4 beds in the room joined to the kitchen with no door between - check out the photos on facebook.
Glad we booked the cheaper 6 bed dorm and not the more expensive 4 bed!!!
Found out later that day they have another "dorm" downstairs with a 6 bed room and a double bed in ...

... an exciting time. I even had a chance to truly see the team rivalry when a Napoli fan crossed over into our section…brutal! I was even pushed in attempts to get this guy out of the stadium.

I visited a quality control center in nearby Prato. I was exposed to a number of tests performed on products before they were put onto the market.

I’ll update you soon,

Siara

... at the little fish we have sprouted. Both boys (and Mom and Dad) are having a ball with our multiple daily swims. Since we're about a 10 minute drive to the main road, we go out just once daily for our main activities. First day, we only made it up to Casole D'Elsa for lunch and grocery shopping, but what fun that was. The little hilltop town is straight out of a movie set, with just about 2 main streets and great views everywhere. The restaurant ...

... mansions dotted throughout and was a favourite place of Stendhal, the French author. He was stationed here as a young officer in Napoleon's Army and stayed in one of the palaces with a noble family. Bergamo is made up of the modern lower city, and the old upper town ringed by walls on a high hill directly north. We have a quick look through the upper town in the morning, stop for views over the hills and the Po plain, then drive down the mountain and head for our next stop, Lake Como.

... South Korea I believe. The Canadian and the South Korean wanted to sleep, and the other Brazilian (the other Brazilian was actually half Italian/half Brazilian) decided to go out for the night. Before the other two girls went to sleep and the other Brazilian went out for the night, all of us sat in a circle in front of our beds, and talked about literally everything: Florence, Europe, Italy, traveling, our home ...

... much every girl on the campsite but to no avail. At 2am, our American housemate crashed in, apologising profusely and almost wetting herself that we had made her bed (although we only did it because we didn't want to be disturbed late at night). DAY TWO The next morning, we got talking properly and she was very nice-she had a job interview for a summer camp in Florence, so me and Gemma went to the Ponto Vecchio (a bridge about to collapse under the weight of the jewwllery ...

... talk about them with longing (If you want to experience this magical dish, see "Tourist Info" at the end of this entry). Also, the dinner was not expensive at all! But alas, one cannot eat ravioli forever, so we spent the remaining daylight winding our way through the city streets. We walked on the Ponte Vecchio, one of the oldest bridges in Europe. At the ripe old age of nearly 700, it has seen some things. Small shops are built on the bridge, giving it a very unique ...