Yesterday I was clowning around, searching for an old photo to accompany a birthday wish for a friend and I happened to scroll through our Big Fat Italian Anniversary photos. Some of you may recall my posts about that trip and the dozens of photos I shared, of the over five-thousand that we shot.
Our trip began in Rome and ended (too soon) in Positano. We took several excursions by land and by sea; each was spectacular beyond our wildest dreams thanks to the exceptional attention to detail of IC Bellagio. Looking at the photos and reminiscing about that amazing experience, the food, the people, the wonderful celebration of our love, has made my husband and I think about returning to Italy. Someday. Of course, I wonder if it would be as perfect as it was the first time, but I’m willing to give a chance.
One place we’d like to spend some time exploring is San Gimignano, pronounced Jim~n~Yanno (kind of like John~n~Yoko, only different). We made a couple of stops on our way from Rome to Florence. First in Siena, where we had a delicious lunch. Then the view, oh, the view, was heavenly from the treasure that is San Gimignano.
Parking, being at a premium everywhere, when it was even possible, our driver dropped us off at one end and met us on the other end. Taking our time, we paused for an espresso before exploring the quaint shops along the pedestrian only thoroughfare that lead to the palazzo where we discovered the BEST GELATO IN THE WORLD.
Trips such as this only happen once in a lifetime, but I swear I hear San Gimignano calling.