Oliver Anghiari
Via Della Battaglia 16 Anghiari, Tuscany, 52031, Italy
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A whole lot of nature
... br> We had a HUGE map to help guide our way, along with little red and white markers along the trail (that you could find about 100 yds in from every crossroad). The trail wound up and down (and up) the Tuscan hills, through the forest, along little back roads and around some old run down stone houses. We found a little tiny spring well dripping from the rocks where David and I filled up our water bottles (still waiting to see if it was the fountain ...
Anghiari
... the old town of Anghiari perched on the side of the hill. After a couple of attempts to find parking near the nasty drop street, we decided to park at the bottom of the hill, and was VERY pleased to see they had installed an elevator to bring us into the old city. When we stepped off the elevator, we were treated to a sweeping expanse of Tuscan rolling hills and farmland. Unfortunatly, because it was raining, the ...
Umbria and Tuscany
... about the number of cathefrals we had seen in the last four weeks so we decided against the 460+ stair climb to the top of the dome-leave something for next time right? We meandered through the streets gazing at the shops and eventually found a pizzeria where we had lunch. After lunch, it was time to see the Uffizi, which normally takes an entire day in itself but we managed to slam it in in five hours. The Uffizi holds all types of priceless art from Byzantine to Renaissance. ...
Florence and Sienna
... and i thought just less accessible. anyways moving on to what we did. This trip was a class trip for art history. we started off in Sienna, which is GORGEOUS. great wine too obviously. its one of those places where i look around and ask myself 'do people really live here?' we saw a lot of old churches and frescoes. BUT they have some of the best cookies ive ever had there. wow dad you would be in heaven. we then went ...
Say it isn't so...
... 7:00pm. 7:06. 7:15. By this point we are *****ing and ****** because we were just stood up by not one, but EIGHT. Dammit. Out of revenge and spite we put our bar tab on their room and then head up to the restaurant for a feast on the *******s from Denmark. Uh-oh. The guy from the bar decided to follow us up to the restaurant so he can serve us. The first question he asks, "what room are you in?" Smoothly I reply, "room 333." The man, ...



