Hotel La Balestra
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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Today we drank donkey milk.
Giovanni helped set up our bike tour, met with us to discuss the route, and delivered our tandem bike. He lives in the town where our tour ended, and told us that if we were interested he had another new business that had to do with donkey milk he'd be happy to show us.
Well -- one of course does not turn down such an offer, so we gamely showed up at the town gate for a ride to ...
... the middle being anything from a chat to a drink to maybe a kiss...) and the best case scenario is amazing. That pretty girl/handsome guy could steal your heart and make you happier. Take everyone for what they are. My friend from Minnesota and I are diametrically opposed in a number of ways, but I took him for him and he was able to really help me with a few issues I had been having. Everyone has something to offer, even if it's not what you really want. Me, I ...
... ice creams. It was disgusting! We wandered through Piazza Republica and onto the Ponte Vecchio. This is the old bridge in Firenze which houses the goldsmiths. These jewellers have the easiest job of putting away their goods at the end of the day - they just close down the wooden shutters! There is a viewing space in the middle of the bridge and tenements on either side.
From there, we found our way to Spirito Santo where there was supposed to be ...
... our gear and headed back into the car to find the large supermarket in Figline Valdarno about 12 kms away. Back down the windy road and breathing in deeply each time we met a car, bike or truck! Traumatic because Cesare is so big, but Slasher is getting pretty good! The Coop supermarket was huge and we enjoyed browsing for our supplies. Amazed by the fridges full of fresh pasta then rows of dried pasta! We decided on fish and salad for tea.
Our apartment kitchen has ...
... and the card players slapped their cards on the table and shouted emphatically. We were the lone Americans. No one spoke a word of English, and although we felt welcomed, we were ignored. Bettie remarked that it felt like a scene from a Fellini movie. When the rain let up, we headed back down to look for Pergo, a tiny hamlet, and for Villa di Piazzano. After two ...