I’ve sort of gone off Siena lately. I blame the people who call their babies after the city… or the over-the-top and endlessly gushy romantic comedies that have been filmed there.

It sure as hell wasn’t like anything out of Audrey Hepburn’s fabled movie Roman Holiday … me riding a Vespa that is.

As strange as it might sound, I get asked about gelato all the time.
For some reason my friends and family back home are fascinated by Italian ice cream and they assume I’m an expert on the subject…

A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that me and my husband-to-be Giulio spent an afternoon trying to find the incredible stone chapel of Poggio Conte.
Built by Benedictine Cistercian monks-turned-hermits in the Middle Ages, this stone chapel is hidden in thick bush near Ischia di Castro, in Southern Tuscany and is supposed to be one hell of a site to [...]

No, I’m not practicing the alphabet. That’s what one American tourist exclaimed as he was admiring the Leaning Tower of Pisa one sunny afternoon.
No joke, I was there admiring the tower too and I heard him… I guess some people express their love in weird ways…

Today’s post isn’t about a place as such, sorry to disappoint, it’s about a person who I think is the living embodiment of country Tuscany.
The ultimo buttero