We seem to have settled into a comfortable routine here in Pergine Valdarno,  Whoever gets up first makes the coffee then we sit at our kitchen table drinking coffee and eating the delectable pastries purchased at the local bakery.  We all check our correspondence ( we enjoy your comments)  as we discuss the plans for the day.  Where to go, where to eat, etc.  We have our assigned seats in the car.  Doug the driver, Dale in front navigating, and Lynda and I in the backseat offering assistance as needed.  Okay, so maybe Lynda and I  think more assistance is needed than the guys do,  Anyway… With much, I mean much, laughter and sometimes just a little frustration we set off for the hills of Tuscany.  Make that hills and CURVES of Tuscany.  Blind curves where you can’t see the truck coming in your lane or the bicycle.  Narrow roads that are barely wide enough for our car let alone that little blue car that’s hurtling down the hill at us.  Oh, but I can’t begin to describe the things we have seen.  Just the countryside of rolling hills, rows of grapes and olive trees would be enough but then all of a sudden we are driving through a small village that’s been around longer than our country.  We might find a Pizzeria or take a picnic or maybe just a gelato.  Then it’s home for a nap before deciding where to go for dinner.  The Italians eat dinner very late so we’ve found ourselves getting home anywhere from 11pm to midnight.  Then pretty much right to bed so we can get up and do it all over again.  We are having a blast!