Chianti am Greve

It was our last day in Tuscany (sniff, sniff). The Lees and Auntie Barb decided to venture off for a BIG day trip to the town of Lucca. Riding bikes atop the town's Medieval walls? Fun!
Alas, with an impending two-day drive home in front of us, Jeff and I decided to stay local in an effort to allow Will as much wiggle time as possible.


We thought we'd see if our brave toddler would want to swim some wiggles out. However, he is too smart for us and upon dipping a toe in the unheated pool, refused to go near it. The photo above is as close to my dream vision of splashing poolside as we got!

After nap time, Oma and Papa joined us in a short jaunt to Chianti am Greve.

We had fun shopping for souvenirs and tasting a bit of wine.

On the way home, needing a place to snack, we stopped at a restaurant with a beautiful veranda where Will could play trucks on the wall and we could sample a bit more wine.
I've always been pretty sure I was Italian in another life, but this afternoon solidified this belief.

Oh dear. I'm sensing a bit of jealousy, loyal blog reader.
Yes, two wine tastings in an afternoon. But what did you expect? We were in Chianti, right?
Does it help if we share that we didn't eat any gelato. Oh. Wait. I didn't eat any gelato. Can't say the same for the rest of the crew, sorry!

Probably the most scenic diaper change in this kiddo's life.

Ahhhh . . . .

This was the scene we passed daily to and from our villa. Power lines aside, we couldn't believe how picturesque our commute was.
On our last day, Jeff stopped the car to snap some pictures.

Farewell, dear Tuscany!