- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... weird ways.
So we on this dirt track, bumpy, holes in the road, avoiding tractors, comes to *****umen and the road is massively steep and not just hairpin bends but paper clip bends. Arhhhhggggg! Little car went well, Womby driving which is always scary in difficult conditions as he stresses just a little bit, me looking out for oncoming traffic around the paperclip bends, we came down the mountain and ...
... would be spending the night at his girlfriend's home - a frequent strategy when his apartment was rented. As he was at work when we arrived, his delightful father greeted us. Though he spoke very little English, good will and Google Translate overcame any difficulties. We learned he would be providing breakfast next morning as well. It proved to be substantial and delicious.
The town was built around a large triangular piazza featuring ...
... for the night. It was mighty good grub, so I got kinda distracted by the food, and stopped worrying about the dirt track.
Next morning, I figured I'd walk along behind the wagon, if he was gonna lose a wheel, break the axle, or have the horse throw a shoe, I was gonna be on the outside, rather than the inside tryin to look out. Walking in the cloud of dust behind the wagon, I was still pleased ...
... to realize how silly some jobs are, but still they are necessary. Something like there is a guard in front of Duomo who is checking people sitting on it's stairs and if they are having snack or lunch he is coming and saying they can't eat here they have to move, shaking his finger or stuff.
Well, anyways we were stoned, people were moving and actually it was really perfect. Than we changed location to the river, and starred at people from that direction, also was nice, there was ...
... of the village was D E D dead. The atmosphere from the September wine festival was severely lacking, and people were not particularly friendly. We stood in the town square where the kids had danced and danced, and we had tasted so many lovely wines, but that was about it. We decided not to stay, and headed on further up the road to Greve in Chianti.
Greve is a much bigger town, but it too was ...