Montepulciano, Montalcino and going home
Sitting on the plane writing this, we are sad to be going home. Holidays, no matter how long, always come to an end too quickly.
Montepulciano is quite a bit larger that some of the nearby medieval mountain towns and villages. It boasts relatively quiet streets and alleys. There are some very large hills and as sedentary desk working people we were panting trying to get around, tiring ourselves out.
The piazza with the main church is large and relaxed with a few small restaurants and shops. And many other restaurants up and down the streets where we enjoyed some lunch. Montepulciano is in a way special to us as we are united on a common love of Montepulciano d’Abruzzo (which we know is not here) so originally we thought our favourite wine came from here.
We made our way away from Montepulciano with a few souvenirs, memories and photographs. The views, shown above, are really brilliant across the valleys.
Jenny enjoyed both the cute little back up trucks and the fiat 500 that we were driving so she posed for a few photos as a send off to Italy and the cute car.
Back in Siena we marvelled at the restaurants on steep hills, they shortened two legs more than the other on both the chairs and the tables to enable people to sit on the hill. We then had a brilliant dinner at a restaurant recommended by our hotel owner, “La Finestra” behind the main piazza. Rob’s steak was huge and very tasty whilst Jenny made sure to have the required Bruschetta which was delicious.
Finishing this post in the air now. We had a stressful morning. Driving from Siena to Rome is relatively straightforward, finding petrol to buy with a UK credit/debit card on a Sunday morning was almost impossible. We took a round trip of 25 minutes to eventually find some but after waiting for the car rental shuttle this meant we arrived to the airport with only 30 minutes to spare.
Luckily Ciampino is very efficient, has excellent free WiFi and the best toilets I have seen in Italy. So in less than 5 minutes we were through security sitting with some arancini balls and a drink.
Bye Italy. We’ll be back!