A coolish start to this campervan morning. A wee bit of a breeze, holds some of the morning heat at bay. A few clouds clinging to the top of the hills, in the distance. A late start yesterday after a stifling day and an amble along Tuscan country lanes, up and down and round and round and probably annoying Italian drivers. The back routes and narrow lanes, away from towns and cities and after three days of urban tourism, now concentrating on villages, views and the absence of people. Picking roads to guarantee landscapes, getting lost, even with a sat nav, rows of cypress trees and far off farmhouses and bijou hotels. Regular stops to breathe in and marvel at the views of the Val D’Orcia and it’s surroundings. A breath of fresh air from the urban adventures of the last three days. I am a true lover of landscapes and this region has some of the most beautiful, in their own special way. Stood talking for a while on a small village square to a Canadian who was motorcycling around Europe and on his way to Croatia as we swapped experiences and adventures around Italy. He seemed a long way from home, but as Nanaja Nauf wrote :
“ There's a semblance of comfort that comes with sharing your story with a stranger.”
Funny the people you bump into when you take the path less trodden. So we parked up in a small town after chasing pictures for the day and treated to an evening of band rehearsals and flag waving and throwing. It was so much fun to see an old medieval tradition being kept alive by local teenagers and the skill level was fabulous to see. Another experience we would have perhaps missed if we stayed on the main roads. So contemplating the road north and what might be next. Lovely days people.
“ Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.” John Keats.
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