When you travel to Italy, there are three things that
transcend all other needs and desires to see. I am of course talking about the
“other” holy trinity of Pizza, Pasta, and Wine! Approaching our fifth full day
in this country, we have had approximately 8 pasta dishes, 10 different pizza
varieties, and enough wine to make Bacchus, the roman god of wine, blush.
We began our tour just outside Florence with two other
couples, one from Taiwan about our age, and another younger couples from Hong
Kong who just got married in November and were on their honeymoon. Both seemed
quite nice, but were content to talk to themselves for the most part (other
than the questions peppered by the basketball fan from Taiwan about Michael
Jordan who practically wanted MY autograph once he found out I grew up in the same city as
MJ), so Lauren and I talked to Tom for the most part. He was able to tell us not only all about the wine, but the culture that surrounded it in Italy, such as drinking and driving compared to US/UK, acceptable levels of intoxication, and the prominence of hand gestures and horn honking by Italians...all critical topics to learn about.
We first visited a winery in the Chianti region that had been family owned for centuries, and specialized in not only wine, but extra virgin olive oil and cheese making. The cheese was made using sheep’s milk from their 598 sheep (apparently two recently wandered a little too far off the broken path and onto the cemented car path…). We walked through the intricacies of the planting, pruning, harvesting, and “fertilization” of the vineyards, as well as the different levels of wine that can be produced. The farm only employees 6 full time employees for all their production, though they will usually have friends and family join for the wine harvest, which will only last 2-3 weeks.
We first visited a winery in the Chianti region that had been family owned for centuries, and specialized in not only wine, but extra virgin olive oil and cheese making. The cheese was made using sheep’s milk from their 598 sheep (apparently two recently wandered a little too far off the broken path and onto the cemented car path…). We walked through the intricacies of the planting, pruning, harvesting, and “fertilization” of the vineyards, as well as the different levels of wine that can be produced. The farm only employees 6 full time employees for all their production, though they will usually have friends and family join for the wine harvest, which will only last 2-3 weeks.
After downing our 6th and 7th glasses
(or was it 7 and 8? I lost count), we started heading home, making a small pit
stop in the quiet town of Greve. Or what is usually a quiet town that had
exploded with activity for the Italian holiday of Pasqueta, or Little Easter. A
national holiday, it is meant to be spent with family, just relaxing and
enjoying food, parades, and open-air markets, of which there were plenty. Each
booth was packed with crafts, painting, antiques, and furniture, which I
unfortunately couldn’t enjoy because I had to keep a close eye on our wallets.
No, not for pick-pockets, but because Lauren had that look in her eye that said
“yes, I can spend all our money on these things, we will figure out how to get
it home later!” But by using the countless little dogs walking around with their owners to keep her distracted, we
were able to safely get back to the van and back home to Florence.
Thanks to the Pasqueta traffic, we got home a little later
than expected. So while we were able to see il Duomo and a few other beautiful churches, but
couldn’t go inside any. After a quick pizza dinner, we headed back to the hotel to fall face
first into bed, and prepare for our trip to Cinque Terre in the morning.
Florence, it was too short, and we will be back, so be sure
to stock you wine cellars in preparation!


