Sep. 8th, 2008 07:59 pm
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Am back from Tuscany! Had a wonderful relaxing time, (in 33 degrees, there really isn't much else you can do but rest)

The villa was great and unexpectedly came with 10 farm cats. (well, technically 5 kittens, 2 half grown kitagers, and 3 adult cats) The kitagers pegged us immediately as suckers and adopted us for the duration. As they are farm cats, this was alternately fun (watching them try to figure out the mosquito net in front of the door was hilarious ) and not fun (stealing food right from our hands) One of the kitagers was easily one of the more beautiful cats I had ever seen. white, fluffy, beautiful blue eyes. However, she had a miaow like a dying seagull. It sounded like we were killing her! very disconcerting to wake up too. We only saw the 5 kittens once, when they came to play, but they were not terribly domesticated and wanted nothing to do with us ( although they enjoyed the leaves on the trees very much) so cute! the adult cats took a bit longer to come play, but also figured out the sucker potential early on.

The villa itself was lovely, with a very nice pool. The villa was almost at the top of a very deep valley, so we had lovely views. The pool was wonderful and had a wee raised area, just perfect for sitting in the evening with a gin and tonic watching the sun set and righting the problems of the world. (compulsory military service, yes or no?)

However, 33 degrees is hot. Way way too hot to sightsee. We went to San Giamano, and I found myself saying, well, there is clearly an area 50 meters away that has stunning views. however, its in the sun. I'm in the shade. View, shade, view, shade. I'll stay in the shade thanks. I couldn't even shop!

so, dear reader, that tragically meant many days languishing by the pool. oh woe is me. My tan has never looked better. Of course its 17 degrees in the UK, thereby giving me no chance to show it off

I did manage to do a bit of shopping. J and I stumbled on a shop in Arazzo with a wonderful sales assistant who despite her having fairly limited english, and us definitely having limited italian, managed to find a lot of clothes I liked. she just kept bringing stuff out! tragic. (although finding out later that the only UK stockist is Harrods bought a warm glow of bargain!!!!)

Less success in Florence, after chasing down errant husbands, convincing vacillating friends into shopping and really bad coat stores, no joy in a Italian coat. Ah well, will have to suffer my plain English one again. Funny moment, getting strange looks while ranting down the phone at said errant husband. If even the Italian's think you are OTT, then I guess it's time to cool it.

However, as motivation to lose some weight! I have promised myself a shopping trip in Florence if I get to my goal weight and stay there for at least a month.

Photos to follow as soon as i steal them from friends better at taking them than me (not the special ones, M, I promise) Wait, that sounds bad. I meant, not the ones that you spent ages trying to get right, because those should be yours to gloat over alone.

K&J you were missed. Next year south of France anyone?

Ok, just a few cat photos then. No one can mind some cat photos right! (or not, because LJ doesn't want to let me, and I so can't be bothered with it right now)

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Date: 2008-09-08 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daiseechain.livejournal.com
No coat! Oh, the sorrow. Too hot! Oh, great tragedy. Errant husbands! Oh woes!

Sounds like you had a terrible, terrible time, and I'm very glad we couldn't go. Seems like we were saved from a fate worse than the fate that it was worse than.

So glad you are now safe in the welcoming, wet, arms of Mother Engerland once more. Who knows what other horrors you might have been forced to endure? Severe chardonays by the poolside while catching up on podcasts?

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Date: 2008-09-08 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quizlings.livejournal.com
Hey, there was great suffering. Sometimes the ice melted, melted in the G&T before I was finished. It was tragic. I almost rent my clothes and wailed. But it was too hot, so I just got another drink.

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Date: 2008-09-17 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daiseechain.livejournal.com
You have a new icon! That makes two! "Two! Two icons! Mwahahahaha!" /The Count.

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Date: 2008-09-17 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quizlings.livejournal.com
Yeah. There will be another one soon, I'm trying to figure out how to get some of the xkcd ones over. I really want the ball pit one in some form.

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Date: 2008-09-09 10:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snottygrrl.livejournal.com
welcome home, sweets.

i feel as if i've failed you since i didn't give you my various firenze cousins contact info. of course i didn't know you were going to be in firenze, but that hardly seems the point.

it's settled, i must move to england so i can vacation with you (did i mention my watch is stuck in london time? no, seriously. it's only mostly inconvenient).

sometime i really am going to write to you and daisee. of course i don't have your email, which is likely to make it more difficult, but i'll persevere nonetheless. [*looks stoic*]

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Date: 2008-09-10 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quizlings.livejournal.com
I had a wonderful reply written out early this morning, but it wouldn't post and I gave up. LJ is being mean to me at the moment and I'm disinclined to fight with it.

We'd have a ball holidaying with you, although I doubt my ability to keep up.

And you now hopefully have my email in a PM, which makes it easier to get daisee's as well.

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Date: 2008-09-11 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snottygrrl.livejournal.com
i hate in when lj is ornery like that. [*grumbles*]

daisee is free and easy with her email, so i now possess both of yours, which means i really have no excuse. a swear a message is headed your way. honest.

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Date: 2008-09-17 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daiseechain.livejournal.com
Hey! (she says extremely belatedly, but still). I deny that I am either free or easy. As [livejournal.com profile] quizlings will attest to I am both expensive* and difficult.

*My favourite song as an eight year old was "Diamonds are a girl's best friend." Which ought to tell you something...

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Date: 2008-09-17 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is very true. Your uncanny ability to find the most expensive item in any shop, city, county and possibly country has been proven beyond doubt. I'm still not sure how we ended up finding the most expensive 'village' in South west england on a random drive, but I'm pretty sure having you in the car acted as a radar.

Not that my skills in the same arena are anything to be sneezed at. As my mother has often said about me, I do have tastes I'd like to aspire to.

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Date: 2008-09-17 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quizlings.livejournal.com
Now LJ is just screwing with me. That was me above, obviously. GRRRRR

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Date: 2008-09-18 09:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snottygrrl.livejournal.com
you know i didn't fall in love with that song until moulin rouge (but frighteningly enough was always rather fond of material girl).


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