(Earlier this day, we were in San Gimignano)
May 29th, 2009
In Italy, if the road is not winding, then it is not straight either.
Unlike USA, you are never cruising. Something is always happening around you, to you. You are being tailgated, honked at, passed by, sideswiped, raced, instigated. Like in India, driving in Italy is fun if you have the right car and the right temperament.
The only time an Italian seems to hurry is when he is driving. They are racing to get to their destination so that they can quickly go back to being laid back.
We rode up the “laces of the Italian shoe”, North and West.
We stopped as often as we could. To buy cherries, peaches, reddest of oranges. To get a coffee and a gelato when we did not need one.
We were in no hurry. That’s was Italy does to you.
(Read on: We were put up in La Magnolia in Lucca)