Montepulciano.
It was an unexpected yet deliberate stopover in the limbo period between our stay in Florence and at Anne's place in Arezzo. Montepulciano is a small town, set atop a hill in the Tuscan countryside with gorgeous cobblestone streets winding round and round like a snail shell, where it finnaly reaches the Piazza Grande, home to the Town Hall (famous for it's feature in both Under The Tuscan Sun and Twilight Saga: New Moon where Edward flashes his glittery nips to the crowd to provoke the Volturi before being saved by his ridiculous excuse for a soulmate, Bella fucking Swan (excuse my French). Here too is situated the main church, which takes its position alongside the hall and together they sit quietly under the Tuscan sun.
Despite the tourists around, you still feel like you've come across an undiscovered village in the middle of nowhere, most of the townspeople struggle with English and gesture a lot to get their point across (if we're honest, Italians speak with their hands. I have found this in particular with the men... but that's another story...). But everyone just chills the hell out all bloody day like it's one big siesta.
Elly and I stayed in a little B&B right below the Piazza Grande and enjoyed our afternoon moseying around the centre without necessarily doing anything in particular. We tasted the famous Pulcino pecorino cheese (which could be smelt from the other side of town), gulped down some gelati before it melted everywhere, leaving sticky trails down to our elbows, and then after a cheeky late siesta in which I partook in, we both wandered around to the western side of the town to watch the sun set over the hills. My oh my. True, uninterrupted beauty.
The dinner bell rang (that's code for "our stomachs growled louder than a werewolf" - cheeky Twilight reference teehee) and we got a lil' somethin' somethin' (gnocchi, marinara pizza and a classic capprese salad) at the Il cagnomo Tratorria underneath our B&B. When we got back to our room, Elly fell asleep on top of the sheets and I finished off the evening by taking photos of her sleeping and snapchatting them to various diplomats and other important political figures. I also sent one to Ashton Kutcher. That's a lie.
Despite the tourists around, you still feel like you've come across an undiscovered village in the middle of nowhere, most of the townspeople struggle with English and gesture a lot to get their point across (if we're honest, Italians speak with their hands. I have found this in particular with the men... but that's another story...). But everyone just chills the hell out all bloody day like it's one big siesta.
Elly and I stayed in a little B&B right below the Piazza Grande and enjoyed our afternoon moseying around the centre without necessarily doing anything in particular. We tasted the famous Pulcino pecorino cheese (which could be smelt from the other side of town), gulped down some gelati before it melted everywhere, leaving sticky trails down to our elbows, and then after a cheeky late siesta in which I partook in, we both wandered around to the western side of the town to watch the sun set over the hills. My oh my. True, uninterrupted beauty.
The dinner bell rang (that's code for "our stomachs growled louder than a werewolf" - cheeky Twilight reference teehee) and we got a lil' somethin' somethin' (gnocchi, marinara pizza and a classic capprese salad) at the Il cagnomo Tratorria underneath our B&B. When we got back to our room, Elly fell asleep on top of the sheets and I finished off the evening by taking photos of her sleeping and snapchatting them to various diplomats and other important political figures. I also sent one to Ashton Kutcher. That's a lie.
