Corallo Montecatini Terme

Kim had taken her grandma to Lucca last November and had fallen in love with the place. <br><br>We found a park not far from the city walls and then headed in for a look. We came across a chocolate festival in one of the piazzas and sampled a few beforw buying a hot cocolate drink...literally hot chocolate in a cup. It made me feel a bit sick.<br><br>Walking Lucca is like a big ...

... to the table. We strolled to our seats, which were at a table for four with two others who had arrived earlier (part of the Il Latini culture), and gazed above at the endless swine rumps hanging from the ceiling. The table had a huge bottle of half full red wine and the first course was nothing but pork in various forms. Needless to say, this wasn't the best culinary choice for Kate's taste, and she did her best. She asked for no ...

... For almost a year, Chris and I have been referencing our Tuscan dinner whenever we have some extra spare change to tuck away: this is for our Tuscan dinner! Well, tonight was the night and it was soooo worth the wait. It's truffle season in Tuscany and there are few things we love more than truffles. Three hours later, we closed the place after an amazing five course meal near a roaring fire. It was yet another "pinch me" moment.<br><br>:)<br><br><br>

Just realized those not on facebook haven't seen pictures from Pisa and Florence. No long recap of Anthony and I's weekend in Tuscany, for obvious reasons. Also note that "Anthony and Alison's Great Adventure" was like taking a knife.<br><br>Love you guys! :)<br>

... on the next hill. Drove all around the countryside (which I hate to say is much bigger and impressive than Napa). Wine is so cheap and good but unfortunately the majority of grapes had just been picked. Also ventured into Florence for two days of sightseeing. This is one place that is as magnificent as tpublished pictures!

... We ate at this nice restaurant that I had never been to just South of the Santa Croce square where the historical soccer games were played. We got to sit a couple tables down from this loudmouth American who knew everything about his country (railroad disputes, investment figures, his mother owning half of some town, etc.), so we all got to make fun of him for a while. He must have worked for Accenture. We then went to the Uffizzi and only waited for a little more than an hour to get in ...

... minutes, then I went for a run. I took Via Piagentina South, then hung a right on the path that went along the Arno river. It was nice for a while, then I hit the first bridge and there was no longer a separate path for runners/bikers. I found myself weaving in between crowds of people flooding off of tour busses, and before I hit the second bridge, I decided that it was too much of a pain to continue and turned around for home ...

... the x-ray machine and you can make it through the metal detector without beeping. Bernie had it so down pat that in one fluid motion she could take off her bag and in just one more motion pull both her coin purse and video camera off her neck and place them in the pocket of her ski jacket (despite the fact that they were under different layers of clothing) whilst removing said ski jacket from her back. Jess took considerably longer as her jacket did not allow for the easy removal of ...

... Uffizzi Gallery but both times the line was way too long. We saw Ponte Vacchio, which contained numerous locks that men would add to prove their love and then throw the key into the river below. Florence held a lot of history and art, and was worth the effort getting there. On a side note, many of the internet places we have been going to have not been allowing us to upload pictures, though we have many. As soon as we can we will try and add them. CIAO

... The guy had to then follow me at least 4 times back and forth along this huge balcony. I was seriously ready to invent a boyfriend or yell at him to go away, until I realized that he really smelled of alcohol, and that the bottle of beer on the ledge a little ways down was indeed his. Why am I always so lucky. I knew the first night that I was not going to like the men in this city, and I don't. Rome was great, Venice was great, but the Florentines are so annoying. Finally after I walked away ...