After the madness of the Italian NW coast, it's so nice to head inland and away from the sardine beaches.
On arrival at Lucca, the strangest thing happened; we were driving around the outer part of the walls, looking for a supermarket, when Atha announced she thought she'd just seen Jeremy's Mum. Now the chances of this were slim, but possible: Jeremy parents were due to arrive for their holiday at Bagni di Lucca that day, but how likely was it?
I pulled over and jumped out of the motorhome then ran back up the road, to find Martin and Jackie in their hire-car. They'd taken a wrong turn, and not having used reverse gear yet, were stuggling to engage it for the first time. After a round of "well what were the chances of that"s, they went on their way, with promises to see them again in a few days, at the farmhouse villa in the hills.
The walled city of Lucca is a great place to wander around; churches, towers, great little shops and gelateria.
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After looking into a few options, ranging from E9.00 to E18.00 per night, we settled for a place in a large, free carpark, with water on-tap. Perfecto. Only a very short walk to the city walls too.
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So, after Saturday, Sunday and Monday at Lucca city, we got a text message from Jeremy on Tuesday morning to say they'd arrived the night before, so via the supermarket, we set off to meet them for ice-creams in Bagni di Lucca, to then go on their accomodation.
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After a winding road to rival the Alps; but narrower, and involing use of a tape-measure (good thinking Jeremy!) we bulldozed the motorhome under the overhanging sweet-chestnut trees to our destination. With less than 100mm of clearance to share between both sides, somehow we passed through the gates at the end of the 'no-turning-around-possible' road to the farmhouse.
It was worth it.
And I'm putting off the journey back through and down, for several reasons!
In the meantime, Harris is having a lovely time playing with Marley, Kato and Eno; and it's great to be amongst friends, around a pool, with amazing views of the Tucan countryside.
Soon, we'll need to make a dash for Brindisi via somewhere; to get the ferry to Greece. Piu Tardi.
Ciao for now.
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