So plans to meet the Horrigans on Friday night at the Florence train station went smoothly, minus the part where Conor and I got off at the wrong Florence station, realized we were in the middle of nowhere, attempted to jump back on a moving train, and then realized we could easily just get on the next train that came through. After a late night catching up on family news, travel stories, politics, and the economy, we started early on Saturday with a car rental and driving south of Florence into the heart of Tuscany. We first stopped in a small town called Grieve (i've probably spelled it wrong) and had a great lunch followed by wine tasting at the chianti museum! Then we wandered along the windy roads (imagine my car sickness) and walked along vineyard roads. Here are a few pictures from the day.
Conor and Meg searching for the next vineyard...ooops, wait....it was someone's private house, we turned around immediately.
Conor and I at the Verazzano Vineyard...as in THE Verazano who landed in the New World Manhattan, and gave us the dreadful Verazano bridge....somewhere at sea he lost a "z."
Enjoying a late night beverage (Moretti) in front of the Duomo...thank goodness for the lack of public drinking laws in most of Europe.
A view of the Ponte Vechio from the Uffuzi above. While museums are not usually our forte, it would be a shame not to make a few stops while in Florence. And, surprisingly, Conor's "musem legs" didn't kick for 45 whole mintues!
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