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- Shuttle bus service
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... we found that they had been disappointed in their day in Florence - they didn’t visit the Uffizi, or the Statue of David, nor any of the Churches, including the Cathedral. They also missed out on seeing the Ponte Vecchio and they also expressed dissatisfaction over their pre-arranged lunch venue and food.
Back on the train we had a fast, smooth ride back to Rome and the waiting bus dropped us quite close to our hotel.
... And the locals like to chat to you rather than charge you 42 dollars for two beers and a coffee (Rome, and had to pay it as well!). Then discovered a camping place in Orvieto so went back there. It is getting a bit boring to say another beautiful medieval town on top of an island of rock cliffs with hardly a tourist in sight. So instead I will tell about the underground. Under the town there is another town of caves dug since Etruscan times ...
... very chatty and funny. One lady was Sean's first boss from when he was 16 , she and her hubby were great company. We compared notes and had a good laugh.
Sean and Frances both had loads of family there - all Frances' sisters look exactly like her so no trouble identifying them.
Dinner itself was a culinary culture mix - some Italian cuisine and also some Italian versions of British food. V tasty. Pasta course followed by steak ...
... and reference books. The countryside will have to wait for another day. We board our motor coach for a short trip to our hotel and observed pine trees that seem to be sculpted to have flat tops. The rows of trees void of lower branches were quite unique. I'm told that they are called umbrella pines. Still not my olive groves though. So, it was such a treat to see a giant olive tree in front of our hotel! My vision of the Italian countryside seems to be shaping ...
... home, where I fell fast asleep and didn't get up until midday the next day.
I spent the next afternoon at the Vatican, climbing St Peters and generally being stunned at the scale of the place. I had to constantly remind myself how large it was by keeping an eye on humans wandering around near the entrance. WIthout them, the scale of the place is lost and everything just seems normal. Later I lounged on the grass and read in the afternoon sun, and just soaked up ...