Follow the yellow brick road


Gee my life really sucks. Just kidding.

The stress of the past two days of travel was totally worth this spectacular view from the rooftop terrace in the tower portion of our rental apartment. As soon as I entered the main hall I was overwhelmed by the smell of lavender. Wild sprigs were dropped into enormous ceramic pots at both ends of the grand staircase.

My journey from Siena was another adventure full of surprises. I was still debating if I should take the train to Torrita di Siena at 12:16 or look for another coach bus and try to get a bit closer to Montefollonico.

At 10:00 a.m. I decided to venture into the main street of old Siena and do some window shopping (Fyi- I’m not very good at that so naturally I went inside and bought something). While I hmmmed and hawed over my purchase I made new friends. Gosh, Tuscans are so nice and friendly!

I explained how I ended up there and that I couldn’t decide how to get to my final destination. When I finished my shopping a nice man I was speaking to offered to take me to the train station. I accepted thinking if he was a serial killer he would have waited until we got outside and away from all those people to offer me the ride.

He drove me to the station and there were more coach buses. It was still another 2 hours before the train so he started asking the drivers where they were going. Before I knew it I was onboard a bus heading for Montepulciano…my new friend ran inside the station and bought and paid for my ticket! How sweet is that! Too bad I ate my last homemade cookie…but I did give him my treasured Canadian Moose keychain as a quick thank you before I dashed off into those endless Tuscan hills.

Many twists and turns later and I finally arrived, took a taxi to Montefollonico and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I made it! I have since made new friends with the gals at the supermarket, the bar owner where I ate lunch and the local wine merchant whom, after I bought three bottles, gave me a forth one for free! And, he also told me that if I don’t find him in the store to ring his apartment bell because he lives upstairs. How convenient, I now have a 24 hour a day wine hook-up. Oh Dio…

Can I please stay here forever and ever?



About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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4 Responses to Follow the yellow brick road

  1. that sounds really cool. I enjoyed reading your post by the way šŸ˜‰

  2. katecrimmins says:

    It was an exciting trip so far!

  3. Sean Breslin says:

    Great post…those pictures are awesome!

  4. Shelley says:

    I Love Italy …..and envy you, Mom

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