Jon and stayed home and the Keirs went to shop and see the museum in Pietrasanta. We got in a walk near the villa and we walked up for nearly half an hour. Heart rate decidedly elevated and back down for screaming quads and abductors. The forest is dotted with villas but much is just cliffs and forest.
Views of the plain below and the sea.
Stone walls covered with lichen line the road and these tiny wildflowers cling to the rocks.
A drive to Montemagno at the top of the mountain is just drop dead gorgous with views of the valley carpeted with vineyards and olive groves punctuated with Italian cypress dotted with red tile roofed stone farms. Meeting a few trucks and buses on the switchbacks keep Jon's knuckles pretty white.
The troops are back from Pietrasanta and we have to drink the big baby Diane bought so Jon makes Ragu with the leftover steak and last nights pasta. Never let anything go to waste.
Diane kisses her baby goodbye. No room in the suitcase.
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