Have you ever had a weekend unfold itself around you?
First, there was a walk in the countryside with a friend as the sun was setting and highlighting the hills. This was on the edge of Chianti country. The vineyards are really just beginning there. That was followed by watching 4 short plays in Italian.
The next day was the San Gimignano and Siena trip with the study center. They make a fresh pasta in Siena that is very thick and covered in goodness and one of my favorite meals. I stood out over one of the fortressed walls of San Gimignano drinking a Vernaccio and contemplated with a colleague the happiness derived from the color green. Somehow the evening back into Florence brought about witnessing another sunrise and an invitation for a picnic.
Saturday evening I went out with the guys. That is something you should all know. I have only guy friends here now. Hanging out with some of them makes me seriously doubt the future state of mankind, but I digress. Still a fun evening with fantastic jazz and lots of laughter. And political debate, I am practicing paying attention again. (Girls, please send me estrogen thoughts, the testosterone may kill me.)
And Sunday was the picnic. But the picnic took place in Greve and Radda in Chianti with Pete and Marco (two of the good guys) and lasted about 5 hours. Marco drove us out there, made us a lovely meal, took us to an enoteca, and didn't drink anything because he was driving. After zipping around those curves, I appreciated his restraint. The Queen, as I'm known to Marco, was pleased. Especially when I finally was able to sample a brunello. Ah, brunello — you break my heart with your beauty and price-tag.
So it was a good weekend. And I just had to show up, observe, and watch the green of late Spring (which is everything) slip by.