We woke up this morning and decided it was time to do laundry.  Finding that the Italian washing machines seem to have a minimum of a three hour cycle time, I chose to do our laundry by hand.  Not so much like taking the clothes to the stream and washing them on the rocks, but sort of.  With the clothes finally all washed and hung out to dry in two different rooms and along the shutters to the veranda, it was time for a little relaxation. 

Soon there could be heard occasional musings about being hungry.  When the musings of being hungry turned into a steady deafening roar, Doug and I figured it was time to set off in search of a new restaurant.  Apparently I was not moving fast enough because Lynda and Barb moved out and sat in the car waiting……to be driven…….to food!

We set off and reached a fork in the road.  We had never been to the right and so took a right.  Cruising along with whimpers from the back seat of feeling faint for lack of food we drove to a town called Chianciano Terme.  As we climbed to the top of this little town, Doug found himself maneuvering the old family truckster down through very narrow streets.  These streets were so narrow we had to pull our mirrors in to keep from scraping the sides.

Finding a place to park can sometimes be tricky in these little towns, but with Lynda pointing the way that mission was accomplished.  Onto a little cafe at the very top of the village and we were soon seated and enjoyed another delicious Tuscan lunch.  After lunch we had a leisurely stroll back to the car and home to rest up for dinner!