After managing a tourism business in Florence, Italy, our family of 3 are hitting the road in a tiny vintage camper,exploring the things we like best along the way; meeting new people, old things, fabric and food.
Monday, November 8, 2010
The colours! The smells! It's the most beautiful time of year to be cycling in the Tuscan hills. A light breeze keeps you cool, the sun warms your face, all of the men out in the fields, harvesting grapes or pruning olives take the time to lean on the fenceposts and ladders and laugh at us cycling up the hill. "e dura" they all say. Yes, I agree, its a hard climb. But then I'm coasting down the other side, grinning, with pockets full of wild herbs for a pumpkin soup.