Christmas morning, the kids woke up early. We had breakfast here at the borgo, then rented a car. A Smart Car. The one we have seats four. All of the cars are tiny here and run on diesel.
We drove around Tuscany and saw what all the fuss is about. It's very beautiful here. It feels a lot like California. The air, landscape, vibe... lots of familiarity. We went to several of the small towns around Siena. Most of them, I can't spell without help, so I won't bother. But look on a map and go just north west of Siena and you can see where we were.
Isaac got tired pretty fast. Getting up early didn't help. We made a decision early that we wouldn't "power travel", meaning that we wanted the kids to enjoy themselves so we won't overwhelm them. But we were out in the middle of no where trying to find a place to eat on Christmas. Most everything is closed the 25th and 26th. After our 3rd town, I could hear my great grandmother being channeled through the boy. "If you've seen one medieval fortified Tuscan village, you've seen them all." I'm paraphrasing.
We found a restaurant. One of the challenges here is trying to translate the menu. Sometimes there are English descriptions, but often not. So we have to try to look up different words in our books or try to ask the waiter what this or that is. Not everything is spaghetti, pizza, or lasagna. So we were sitting at the table looking over the menu and Jane asked what one of the items happened to be. The waiter paused... lowered his head, and spoke in a hushed tone so the children could not hear... "It is ah... Bambi."
Today we still have the car. We are going to go out to Assisi maybe, or maybe not. Tomorrow we pack it up and take a train down to Rome.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas. We miss you.