How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Continental Breakfast
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Swimming pool
- Non-smoking rooms
- Free High-Speed Internet
TripAdvisor Reviews Podere Violino Sansepolcro
Travel Blogs from Sansepolcro
... to miss being at home. Milan was far more inspiring than I had expected. It's beautiful. The public spaces and huge park in the centre of the city were great to spend time in. Of course we went to see the Duomo there. We couldn't go in because I had a sleeveless shirt on which was a bummer. To quote the lady at the entrance "Jesus doesn't like bare skin". The world expo is in Milan this summer. Didn't attend anything but got to share a drink ...
... the forecast was down graded to 9c falling to -2c overnight with the possibility of snow above 1200 metres.
The fun started when we left Camping Il Vecchio Mulino, near Opi in Abruzzo. We decided to follow the road map rather than the satnav. From the valley floor, we slowly snaked in second gear, ascending numerous hair-pin bends, up, up and up and up till we were above the snow line. At over 2000 metres, Signor was simultaneously feeling the cold and ...
... the pasta was good. Slasher and I had truffle pasta which was wonderful. The bread was the traditional no salt bread - dry and tasteless. We really have not enjoyed the Italian bread - it is impossible to beat the French!
We said our farewells to N and E and sincerely hope that he wins the lottery and is able to make the long haul to Australia.
Niņo had suggested that we bypass Perugia and ...
... time despite the service and were off for the long ride home. It would take both a writer and photographer far beyond my meager skills to convey the beauty of this countryside. Despite a strong sun, fall is in the air. The grape vines are still bright green with a translucence that glows in the afternoon sun. The olives trees are a dusty silver green. We were higher than the multitude of small hills ...
... excellent. When we ordered desert and coffee, I asked how to say "half liter," but the waiter thought I wanted more wine and brought another pitcher. Luckily, he didn't charge us for it. It was pleasant dining outside at sunset among a local crowd, and that night, I slept soundly. No Tuscan ghosts haunted my dreams, and I woke to admire the hills bathed in a low hanging mist. ...