Rachael and Hannah took off from Florence for two days on their own.
We were a little nervous, but knew they could do it together. They took the train to Venice and we were alone in Tuscany.
Sandy and I took advantage of this by renting a car and taking off in the other direction, south through the Chianti region of Tuscany. We ended up staying two nights in Montepulciano, a picturesque hill town surrounded by sangiovese vineyards and olive groves. While walking the steep, narrow streets, we came across a workshop with a 73 year old craftsman that makes copper pots and kitchen utensils. Striking up a lively conversation with him, we found out his name, Cesare Mazzetti,.... we communicated with a lot of entertaining hand gestures. He couldn't speak english and we barely speak a few words of Italian. After discovering that we were celebrating our 25th (venti-cinque) wedding anniversary, he started working a copper disk with tools and a hammer, punching in our wedding date, our initials, our childrens initials, hearts, other decorations and punched a hole at the top so we could hang it at home. We laughed together and he kept calling Sandy a "tigre," a tiger, because she looked too young to be married 25 years and Cesare told her to have more kids. Three is not enough, "Quattro" is better. He asked Sandy if I, as her husband was a "maiale" or a "gallo" (pig or a rooster). I don't see myself as either, but fortunately Sandy said a "gallo." You can check out his "Bottega del Rame" at www.rameria.com.
Rachael and Hannah took off from Florence for two days on their own.
We were a little nervous, but knew they could do it together. They took the train to Venice and we were alone in Tuscany.
Sandy and I took advantage of this by renting a car and taking off in the other direction, south through the Chianti region of Tuscany. We ended up staying two nights in Montepulciano, a picturesque hill town surrounded by sangiovese vineyards and olive groves. While walking the steep, narrow streets, we came across a workshop with a 73 year old craftsman that makes copper pots and kitchen utensils. Striking up a lively conversation with him, we found out his name, Cesare Mazzetti,.... we communicated with a lot of entertaining hand gestures. He couldn't speak english and we barely speak a few words of Italian. After discovering that we were celebrating our 25th (venti-cinque) wedding anniversary, he started working a copper disk with tools and a hammer, punching in our wedding date, our initials, our childrens initials, hearts, other decorations and punched a hole at the top so we could hang it at home. We laughed together and he kept calling Sandy a "tigre," a tiger, because she looked too young to be married 25 years and Cesare told her to have more kids. Three is not enough, "Quattro" is better. He asked Sandy if I, as her husband was a "maiale" or a "gallo" (pig or a rooster). I don't see myself as either, but fortunately Sandy said a "gallo." You can check out his "Bottega del Rame" at www.rameria.com.
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