At first I wondered where all the fabulous green hills were.
For me, this was the most anticipated place on our itinerary. But getting there was hectic and making sense of the directions was a bit confusing although Brian had printed out plenty of instructions.
During the entire hour and a half drive, my finger throbbed miserably and I wondered if I might lose the fingernail. When we loaded the suitcases in the back of the car, I got my finger nearly permanently wedged between my sisters suitcase and the lousy wheels on the thing. I yelped and knew the worse was yet to come when I had to yank my finger out otherwise I would be carrying the danged thing by one poor fingernail the entire trip. I cursed my sister when I finally got up the courage to pull my fingernail out from the evil thing.
An hour later we slowly made our way up some small hillsides.
Where are the valleys, where are the hills, where is the lush countryside? My heart began to sink a little thinking I was going to be more than disappointed in my expectation.
THEN, as the road narrowed and curled and "ssss" around, the descent was barely noticable. As we rounded curve after curve, the edges of the road dropped off to breaktaking views.
I wanted to tell Brian to look, but I was afraid he would and I didn't want his eyes off the crazy winding roads.
The peace and quiet was exactly what we needed in the middle of our trip and "our" agriturismo was perfect with it's breathtaking views and natural pool. We soon learned a natural pool meant that should you decide to swim, you would likely be joined with the melodious frogs that would sing a beautiful frog chorus for the guests.
I’m excited about Memorial Day.
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