We woke to the sound of bagpipes and discovered a group of campers eating breakfast outside the café and clapping along to a guy playing a single bagpipe and his mate banging a bongo. The growing crowd were clapping along and very soon a few were hauled up to dance. Very impressive and highly unexpected at nine in the morning!
We met up with Mum and Jon at the Hotel in Florence around lunchtime after putting Bee to bed in the safety of the hotel’s underground car park. As expected, we drank our way through the afternoon catching up on gossip and goings on, before venturing into town for a meal.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins