Florence Day Five - Returning To Tuscany
We woke in Mestre the way we had begun so many mornings on this journey, with the soft, almost intoxicating buongiorno between us, followed by kisses and love while the rest of the world was still waking. Our things were already packed. After breakfast, we carried everything to the motorcycle and prepared for another departure. Venice had given us two extraordinary days, but the road was calling again. We said goodbye to Mestre, crossed away from the lagoon, and turned west, towards Pisa. There is something about travelling through Italy by motorcycle that makes the country feel less like a collection of destinations and more like one continuous landscape. The road carries you through it all. Towns appear and disappear. Hills open into fields. Cypress trees stand against the sky. Small villages seem to have been placed there centuries ago and simply forgotten by time. We stopped along the way for something to eat and, naturally, ice cream. Then we continued through the warm ...