05.08.2010 - 09.08.2010
We reluctantly leave Franco’s home around 10:00 this morning and head west. We are planning to take few days simply to relax and have found a place to rent in Rignano Sull'arno– a small village thirty minutes outside of Florence. The landscape has changed dramatically – Scott compares it to San Francisco except that it is dotted with tall pines and crumbling villas that let you know you are unmistakably entering Tuscany.
We learn that it is almost impossible to get a building permit in Tuscany so new construction is invariably a remodel of an existing structure. In our case, we end up in a 15th century farmhouse that has been converted to apartments. There is a pool and shutters on our windows to keep the heat of the day out and we settle in to read books, play games, and swim.
I’m delighted to have a kitchen and Lang and I head to the local grocery store and come home with tomatoes, olive oil, wine, bread, and a huge block of parmesan. Herbs are planted around our apartment and I concoct an easy meal that we enjoy under umbrellas out of doors. My children have rarely experienced sun like this and they can’t stop getting in and out of the pool just to feel the seductive pleasure of the water on their skin being absorbed by the heat of the day. Scott and I have discovered Stieg Larsson and have stopped talking to each other except to negotiate who will replenish the wine.
We decide that we’ll head into Florence tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe the next…