It was the best of days, it was the worst of days, it was a long, long, long day and we just got home from dinner.
It was the morning of hopefulness as we departed early for Pisa
It was the afternoon of spontaneity as we rode the tram to the town of Montecatini Terme
It was the evening of starvation as we left that one at 6 p.m. hoping to find a special restaurant in Castillina but didn’t actually eat until almost 9.
It was the epoch of blue dot wisdom;
It was the epoch of blue dot loop-de-loos;
It was the epoch of blue dot re-rout-ation.
It was the season of “wow that tower really does lean”;
It was the season of Puccini in the piazza and a bike ride around the Roman wall;
It was the season of toll booths and lane changes and honking Italians.
It was the roads in the country
It was the roads in the cities
It was the roads through farmer’s fields when the Blue Dot “went all snakey” and the navigator said “oops” a few times.
We had apples before us for lunch in our van after Pisa;
We had sandwiches, cappuccinos and gelato in Lucca which was pretty tasty;
We had wished we could find the hot pools in Montecatini Terme, but the tram was nifty anywho.
In short, the day was just about like every other day in Tuscany.
There were a driver with steady nerves and a navigator with a blue Google dot in the front seat; there were a couple of wives and a couple of Nanfitos behind these to offer advice at toll booths and parking garages, watch for road signs and gasp appropriately, or hand bottled water forward.
Apologies to Dickens.
To all a good night!