After leaving the craziness of Florence we have enjoyed a few days in the quaint little village of Rocca d' Orcia. Other than Rome, this is my favorite place in Italy. It is peaceful and beautiful. So beautiful in fact that I hesitated to even take pictures. I know that no matter the settings on my camera or how good of a photographer I will ever be nothing can capture the way the sunlight lays across the valley. There is something special about the Tuscan sun. It like nothing else I have ever seen. In the morning there are big pockets of fog that lay over the low parts of the hills and the velvety green pokes out the top and the sunrise makes it all have a glow. It's kind of like those movies where they put Vaseline on the lens to make the people look more beautiful. But it's not a movie and there is no Vaseline. It's real and it's right in front on my eyes. And the sunsets...there really are no words to describe the way it all looks and my pictures, while I will post them, will never do it justice.
On our way out we drove past a huge field of wild poppies. There was a bright red blanket of them and above them was a cypress tree lined driveway with an old stone house on top at the end of it. Just the way the Tuscany of my imagination was. This did not disappoint.
Our home was adorable in every way. Gracie was in little girl heaven with all the sweet touches the owner had all over the place. Little tiny tea-cups and saucers and fabric napkins and little nooks and crannies for her to explore. Every morning I came down to a set table complete with a new centerpiece every time. It was like her own personal doll house. She said she wanted to bring it home with her. I wish I could.
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