After long days of walking in Florence,
in the heat,
surrounded by the beauty of this elegant city,
aching legs and backs,
often lost,
seeking respite from the other tourists
and their noise and disregard,
we would board the 14a bus for the
30 minute ride to Girone.
Once there, we would walk again.
This time, uphill,
but quiet and solitary,
the smell of countryside,
darkness offering the sight of stars,
things familiar to us.
We rested easy and
awoke to morning light
over olives and grapes.
Fattoria di Poggiopiano, Girone, Italy 2017