A lazy drive down to the coast and as the sky is a little cloudy we decide to abandon our Cala Violina plans and so carry on to the next beach at Torre Civette. It's only a five minute walk through the pine forest and we are greeted by powder-white sand and very shallow water. The beach is very beautiful and uncrowded - perfect for some serious relaxation.
After a sunny afternoon on the beach we head to Suvereto to check into our agriturismo. It's a working farm with horses and a great swimming pool. We have an early evening dip, before showering and heading into Suvereto.
Suvereto is a very pretty medieval town and we spot a super restaurant, but we have already booked somewhere else. It looks quite lively, but the food doesn't impress. The starters a rather disappointing, although Annette's fish main course is better. Afterwards I enjoy a glass of 'Perlato del Bosco' courtesy of 'La Tua Rita'. in the cool La Loggia bar. Suvereto is an enchanting place and we vow to return. Eventually we head back to our agriturismo having arranged to meet an old friend tomorrow.
(Original journal entry 4/6/05)
In 2001 I came to live in Italy. I had some fun, wrote a journal and this is the blog of my story...
"Tuscany is a state of grace. The countryside is so lovingly designed that the eye sweeps the mountains and valleys without stumbling over a single stone. The lilt of the rolling green hills, the upsurging cypresses, the terraces sculptured by generations that have handled the rocks with skillful tenderness, the fields geometrically juxtaposed as though drawn by a draughtsman for beauty as well as productivity; the battlements of castles on the hills, their tall towers standing grey-blue and golden tan among the forest of trees, the air of such clarity that every sod of earth stands out in such dazzling detail. The fields ripening with barley and oats, beans and beets. The grape-heavy vines espaliered between the horizontal branches of silver-green olive trees, composing orchards of webbed design, rich in intimation of wine, olive oil and lacy-leaf poetry. Tuscany untied the knots in a man's intestines, wiped out the ills of the world. Italy is the garden of Europe, Tuscany is the garden of Italy, Florence is the flower of Tuscany." Irving Stone from my favourite book " The Agony and the Ecstacy" A fictional biography of Michelangelo
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