Back to Italy where we’re driving through wine country. Verdant rolling hills, brick farmhouses, perfectly-manicured vineyards. It’s just like the postcards.
We pass a black woman in a tank top and shorts talking on her cell phone by the side of the road. A quarter of a mile later, what looks like her carbon copy is sitting on a tree stump doing nothing. The fact that they looked so similar is what caught my attention. They looked like twins.
I’m clueless, thinking they’re normal people getting some fresh air until we pass three more black women over the course of a couple miles. Hookers? Five black hookers ready to serve along the Chianti Road. Can you imagine the same scenario on the Napa Silverado Trail? In broad daylight? I didn’t read any of that in my guide books. I guess Italians aren’t ones for discretion.
After Siena, we spent a couple nights exploring more of wine country and the cobblestone hamlets: Montalcino, Pienza, San Gigmano. They’re all super cute anchored by a church or fortress, restaurants with outdoor seating, wineries, and gelato stores.