Started some packing last night. I’m pleased, and grateful, for how much my new luggage holds. Bought it just before the trip as my old luggage was really showing the wear.
Must finish this morning, and will try to fit in some yoga. But if I can’t, I’ll do some this evening at our Tuscan villa.
We walked over to the piazza. Our favorite trattoria was packed, as was our second favorite. So we settled in on the third one–more a restaurant. The clarinet guy was back for a short session. He must just go from piazza to piazza.
I ordered a soup you could eat with a fork–and indeed Jason sampled it with one. Thick bread and tomato soup. Delicious. I think I could make this one at home if and when the mood strikes. A little pasta split with Kat, and some steak strips–most of which I brought back and we’ll have as snack food at the villa.
BW got pasta with crab–and it comes with a tool to crack them. Our Kat, and we aren’t surprised she’s an expert crab picker–did the honors for him.
At the table behind us, a dog–I think a Lab/Retriever mix as he looked like a smaller version of our Homer–lays beside the table and behaves well throughout the meal.
Our last day proves to be a long, adventurous one, full of new sights. We’ve had a wonderful time here, in what I consider the most beautiful city in the world. Today we’ll say ciao, and see what we find in the countryside.