San Gimignano

We had a bit of fun finding our pre-booked accom but its hard to get frustrated when your driving a nice car through the rolling green Tuscan surrounds. Eventually we bumped into Fulvio outside his stunning homestead. We settled in and then headed for the nearby San Gimignano. Luckily he lent us an umbrella as the weather went to shits as we arrived in the small town. We walked up the main streets before resting in yet another restaurant and then predictably followed it up with some gelato. The weather wasn't improving so we headed back to the dry farmstay down the hill for a nanna nap. That night we got the full on Italian dinner treatment. We shared several courses with an elderly french couple and the more wine I drank the more I seemed to understand the frenchy. More guests returned after their dinner excursions and for an hour there was people from all over the world speaking all sorts of languages around the large table. My favourite was an Italian that now lives in Scotland. He would go from sounding link Billy Connolly to Mario. The next morning we got stuck into the kitchen for a full on cooking lesson from Fulvio and his niece. The pics are up on my flickr and Rhi's F.book. Several pastas, a meat dish, tiramisu and bruchetta's amongst the menu. After cooking and consuming all this I needed a proper espresso before hopping in the car again.