We are in Magione, just on the out skirts of "Lake" lago trasimeno. Stunning place. We ended up jumping on the autostrada because Edwards has started grumbling about being tired (must be his age). Found a brilliant b&b. On the way down we stopped in Florence, although we we were not sure we were in the right place because in Italian it is called Firenze. How does that work where the Italians do not even know the correct pronunciation of one of their largest towns? We need to have words.
Now tucking into some house wine with a larger chaser, it may be a late start tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow we plan on doing a lap of the lake followed by a trip through the hills to Ancona.
Michelle, please help, your husband is an insesant worrier. He is doing my head in with talk about us not making it back in time! Anyone would think he had commitments or something?
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