I woke up this morning and showered in yet another amazing bath with a view of the gorge. Frankie’s parents and a family friend had rented a small, stone villa and we had invited ourselves to stay in one of the guest rooms for five days of rent free Tuscan sightseeing. The house was built into the side of a hill, near the medieval walled Tuscan town of Volterra. The town was so near, if you listened closely at the top of the hour, you could hear the church bells toll. The only way to reach the house was via a long, steep, narrow, gravel driveway with hairpin turns and sheer drop-offs at each bend. Thou beautiful, just thinking of the driveway gave me vertigo. The property was terraced, planted with a mix of olive, cyprus
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