In between all of this, I planned my easter travels. Since I get two weeks of work off for the term break, I usually take the time to go on a longer trip--either home to Michigan or further afield. Somewhere exciting, like, Nebraska. Unfortunately, the date for the London Marathon fell on the weekend smack in the middle of the holiday so my visions of cornfields, scarecrows and broad, endless plains went up in smoke.
I settled on Tuscany instead.
As usual, and much to the dismay of my travel buddy, Rosa, things got planned in a very shoddy last minute manner. We settled on a four day Tuscan break pre-marathon, run the marathon and a five day semana santa break in Seville post-marathon. And after scouring maps, we opted to base ourselves in Siena for the pre-marathon trip.
One hop of a flight into Pisa and a train ride later, we arrived and checked into our rather post-modern hotel 3k from Siena city centre. We knew nothing about the city, which is sometimes the best way to travel. We frequented our local patiserrie for a 80-cent double espresso and took off for the walled environs of Siennan spring.
Because i've left this so long to blog, the mundane details elude me. All I know is that the sun shines differently in Tuscany--the rays touch the buildings and everything feels magical.
of course, entering a city enclosed in old Roman walls doesn't hurt.
and neither does really good, really cheap espresso housed directly next to your hotel.
how about rolling hills in every direction?
and there was lots of lizard-like lounging in siena's central piazza
and wandering through and around narrow alleyways
and ending the day like this? nothing better.
maybe i was meant to be italian.
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