It was decided we get a little extra sleep and take a late breakfast this morning - nothing planned until a tour through the Uffizi Gallery at 1PM. We all took advantage of the additional rest, a leisurely breakfast, and another beautiful morning at Il Castelluccio. We loaded up the van and headed for our inevitable battle with the Termini parking garage in Florence. We found our way in and down a winding one-lane ramp to a lower level. Oh-oh - at the bottom of the ramp the van is too tall to fit through the arch - cars behind us - how are we going to get out of this predicament? Somehow Paul got cars to back up, rerouted other vehicles - somehow Manuel backed the van back up the ramp and got it parked. This was just another small miracle in the realm of Roman Catholicism. Of course, it helped to have two ex-seminarians with us.
We headed to the area of Florence that includes the Ponte Vecchio bridge, Uffizi Gallery, and the Loggia dei Lanzi. We strolled the neighborhood and eventually congregated by the Loggia dei Lanzi. The Loggia dei Lanzi is a building on the corner of the Piazza della Signor
The Uffizi Gallery is one of the most famous museums of paintings and sculpture in the world. Over more than four centuries, the history of the Uffizi collections intersected with that of the Florentine ci
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Tired from a week of non-stop walking, it was time for another Tuscan meal. The group happened upon another excellent Florentine restaurant on a side street off the beaten path. I'll have the usual - pasta, Moretti beer, Tuscan red wine, water (no gas - I have enough already, thank you), and cappuchino. It's been another great day. Time to head back to Il Castelluccio with a stop at our favorite wine store for more wi
Back at Il Castelluccio, it was a night of wine and leftovers. Wanda prepared a nice bruchetta. Ken, Zac, and I went for a walk to the stream and through the farm situated below the bed and breakfast. We were too tired to mess with the sheep. Most of us hung out at the pool after dark drinking wine and planning that state-of-the-art old folks home that is not far off in the future. A trip like this lulls one into thinking that retirement might not be too bad.
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