10-6-2007. Took the autostrada SW for a bit, then jumped off onto the backroads towards Tuscana. Meandered slowly, snapping pics of the beautiful countryside, past wheels and wheels of Parma cheese. Eventually decided to stop in Pievolago, a sleepy little town near a ski resort. Mel tried to go for a walk, Jeff a bike ride. Heavy thunderstorms shut us down after a beautiful day. So we headed back to the hotel to read for a bit and look out the window at the lovely valley.
Soon, hunger moved us, so we wandered away from the main drag and found a tiny restaurant where everyone spoke Italian. Amazing - Scallopine al aceto Basamico, pizza with Porchinis the size of your fist, spaghetti carbonara with gigantic regional parmesan flakes, veggies with lovely olive oil and more big parm flakes. And when it was all done and we couldn't eat one more bite, the friendly old gentleman proprietor brought over a bottle of limoncello and a peach-infused vodka to try. Mel's idea of heaven.
Oh - and did we mention the signed pictures of old school Italian cycling heros on the wall? Jeff's idea of heaven. :^)
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