Five years ago I spent a semester in Italy. I stayed in a hilltown an hour south of Florence--this little place called Castiglion Fiorentino. Now, while traveling by train from Venice to Orvieto, we flew past the town. It is excluded from all tourist maps, so it was a unique chance to experience 'true' Toscana. Feeling all the great memories flash back was quite a trip.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Castiglion Fiorentino
Five years ago I spent a semester in Italy. I stayed in a hilltown an hour south of Florence--this little place called Castiglion Fiorentino. Now, while traveling by train from Venice to Orvieto, we flew past the town. It is excluded from all tourist maps, so it was a unique chance to experience 'true' Toscana. Feeling all the great memories flash back was quite a trip.
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You didn't stop?! For shame. I bet Francesca was staring longingly at that exact train, waiting for some large analytically-minded American to whisk her away to faraway lands.
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