Getting all our luggage in the car proved a puzzle, but one eventually solved. The two bellmen worked together, with us, and were so proud once we got everything in for our trip into the Tuscan countryside.
The car guy programmed the GPS with our coordinates, and we had printed directions.
We got lost anyway.
But boy, what beauty. Once you navigate out of the city–easier than navigating into the city, the world starts to open up. Pretty villages with narrow winding streets, yes, but then the hills that roll and rise. Dusky green, rows of tidy vineyards, olive groves–and further out the acres of sunflowers, so gorgeous and cheerful.
We drive and drive–turns out the car guy didn’t click the deal that allows toll roads, but we finally ignore the polite, female Brit voice of the GPS and merge with the Autostrada. She’s obviously annoyed and shut off and ignores us.
We make much better time, and try to follow the directions. It seems we’ve making strides, and stop for lunch in the big–and still charming–town of Satreano. I think that was it. Snag a couple of tables in a little pizzeria.
Fabulous food! I got a simple green salad, but the balsamic was amazing–and fries on the side that were wonderful. BW’s sausage pizza was beautiful, and though I don’t generally like it, I had a skinny slice, and MMMMMM!!.
We walk around a bit, then get back in the car–restart the GPS. Follow her directions.
The hills are so beautiful–dusty greens, deep greens, intense golds, rich browns. We turn on a steep gravel road as directed–and we’re supposed to turn on a steep gravel road.
We pass a farm, lots of equipment outside, a very dilapidated house, but she says keep going, so we do. Then in what’s essentially the middle of a field she claims we’ve reached our destination.
God, I hope not!
Turns out, after some fiddling, the longitude and latitude were entered incorrectly back in Florence. We’re close, but have no real idea what to do.
Kat comes to the rescure. I still have no earthly idea how she took the printed directions–we have two copies, with different coordinates–figured it out, and wound us back–to the town where we stopped for lunch, and on through. More roads, more glorious hills, but it’s been awhile now, and I’m pretty nervous. Plus I’m completely out of my depth.
But she’s confident, tells us what to look for, where to turn. And lo and behold, we find the road, the gate, and our lovely, lovely villa where Asia the manager is waiting.
It’s unbelievably beautiful. The views everywhere of the hills, the colors, the sky. And the gardens of the villa–tomatoes red on the vine, bushes of rosemary, roses, trees, vineyards.
It’s rustic, but also boasts WiFi, comfortable rooms, gorgeous baths and bedrooms that open up on those breathtaking views.
She takes us through, the common rooms, the bedrooms to choose from. We both pick the first floor–above the main. Ours has an enormous and beautiful tub, and a separate shower, a pretty bed. I’m using the third bedroom up here as a little office, and looking out now at the hills, the vineyards, the olive trees.
The kitchen! We have a cook who’ll come in every day if we want to make us food. It’s HUGE, and fun, and rustically gorgeous. I want to play in it. And think I’ll go down and watch her cook and get tips.
Beautifully terraced with those views everywhere, and the light so brilliant and gorgeous. It’s unreal.
There’s a pool–one of those infinity deals–you walk up the hill, among the trees, and there it is–dark blue water–with a patio above–and an ice machine and fridge so you can have drinks. Even a little kitchen if you want to cook there.
We enjoyed an hour or so just winding down up there.
I could stay here a month. Working with the views outside the window, taking some time to walk the gardens, snag a plum from a tree.
It’s in the middle of nowhere–Asia’s term–and just exactly right. So beautifully quiet.
There are villages to explore, restaurants and shopping not that far away–but I don’t know if anything can get me to move away from right here.
I could just sit and look for days.