The next morning, the 28th December, I left Florence on the train to Figline, changing once. It is only around forty kilometres, but a bit of a challenge in Italian. However it all worked out well and the Nocentinis were there to meet me in their little car and we ripped around the tuscan countryside, arriving at the family home (complete with gaps for arrows) before lunch.
There I experienced everything Italian - the language, the food, the customs, the scenery. No-one except Linda and her son Lorenzo (aged around 8) spoke English but we all managed to have a laugh, interspersed with much eating of pasta and drinking of red wine. After Linda's mother-in-law finished making the lunch and we ate it, we all went for a walk in the countryside around the house to help the digestion. The there was more wine and all too soon, around 4pm, it was time for me to go back to Florence. I remember being on a platform in the middle of nowhere on dark, but obviously managed to get the right connection eventually.
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