Relais Villa Valentini
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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... to confirm! Half an our later we were ready to start - our chef was a lovely Italian guy named Mario (no ****!) And he got us started straight into the dessert - almond-based chocolate cake (well a type of it). I forget the actual name, but Emma wrote down the recipe so we will never forget it!
After that it was off to speak to the owner, Alina, who explained to us their method for producing olive oil. With approximately 2000 olive trees on the farm (makes our 3 trees at ...
... have the hams at her disposal also!
Back downstairs and we had everything packed and into the car before checkout time! Closest we've been to checkout time until now! But we had it all sorted and planned for the day too - off north past Rome via Tivoli. We put the destination into the car and it took all of 2 minutes, I **** you not, for GPS lady to have her first special moment! Up a one way street she tried to send us up a walking track that started ...
... us down. It was bliss. Just sheer unadulterated X rated bliss.
Lyn, meanwhile, is not a sun bunny. He relaxed by the Dub, after tidying up. He spent the day chilling, reading and sleeping. He did come to see us for half an hour, but immediately headed to the water to cool down. He and Tegz swam out to the floating pontoon, and sunbathed on there, cooling down in the water.
Unfortunately I have another ...
... that front onto the lake with amazing manicured lawns. The lack of gears meant in wasn’t long until I was grunting and groaning with every slight slope. I lasted for 4 miles until my bum, legs, arms and hands were aching too much. Pitiful isn’t it!
We came back from the bike ride and Lyn BBQd. We sat around our citronella candle chatting, then bed, this time with Tegz safely in her tent. Tour of Tuscany tomorrow! Can’t ...
We passed near Pisa, Lucca and Florence and headed south.
The Italian drivers were a sight to behold. Apparently they live by the motto "white lines, don’t do it!" which means something quite different in Britain. The Italians seem to think that the central white line is for straddling. We drove behind one Fiat Panda in particular who drove for miles completely straddling the line before deciding he (notice, I said ...