Onze chauffeur Francesco was geweldig! Gids Rossela was zo deskundig en erg meegaand. Julia bij Torciano Winery zorgde voor een onvergetelijke wijnproeverij en lunch. Francesco nam ons mee naar het pittoreske San Gimignano voor een onvergetelijke dag. En hij was zo aardig om ons naar Piazza Michelangelo te brengen voor het panoramische uitzicht over Florence. Ongelooflijke dag - zeer aan te bevelen!
We were met by a gentleman, right on time, at the hotel. He introduced himself as our “guide” for the day. But when we went to get in the car he told me I had to sit in the back. (I had wanted to sit in front to be able to hear what my “guide” had to say and possibly engage him in conversation.) Besides relegating us to the back seat, the radio was on with some repetitive, thump thump, rap, hip hop, whatever kind of music for the entire hour+ ride to Siena. Still, I tried asking some questions about the region and what we were going to learn about that day. His answers were short, or “I don’t know,” and his English was so bad even Quinner couldn’t understand him. I reiterated to him that I was in Italy to learn — not shop — and to the best of my ability got a grunt in response. When we arrived at Siena we were met by the local guide who was told we had one hour only. (The main attraction of my day — 1 hour!). I explained to her that I was interested in learning the history and the pageantry of the race. She looked at me kind of funny, said that it would be difficult to do in an hour, but she would try. Then she took us into the Cathedral of St. Catherine and told us all about Saint Catherine for 30 minutes. We were polite and listened, but I can tell you I was not interested and Quinner’s eyes were glazing over. When we finished with St. Catherine’s, I again reiterated to her that I wanted to learn about the history of the town, it’s importance and significance with respect to Florence and Rome. She said she understood and then took us into the town basilica and explained the significance of the art for the next 30 minutes. After that, she finally took us to the town square where she pointed out the main merchant road that made Siena important and said “This is where the horse races take place.” There was no description of the pageantry, the color, the significance, the danger, the “no holds barred” recklessness of the spectacle. She didn’t even show us a picture! When I started prodding her for more she said we had to leave to meet the driver on time and she would explain more on the way. So she said a little about the 17 districts and the “contratas” but not much. She was not happy because she had lost Quinner long ago and she knew I was not happy with the content of the tour.
We met the “guide” who told us we had another short stop before lunch. I asked what was I going to learn there with no guide, map, written material or anything? He said, “You go. I pick up in 15 minutes.” We went. It was a small but wonderful medieval castle. The remains had been turned into a tourist trap with a small eatery and a number of small shops, but there was enough there would that would have been a fabulous learning experience in the right hands. I would have asked about the lodgings for the head of the guards, where were the animals housed, where was the communal dining hall, and on and on. But, that was not the intent of the stop.
When we got back in the car I asked if we were going to a farmhouse for lunch. His response was unintelligible to us, but it was definitely not a yes. In fact it was a lovely setting for a rather commercial, but at least not hard sell, wine tasting lunch. The staff was charming and admittedly the only place I left a tip all day.
Our “guide” then took us to San Gimignano dropped us off and from what we understood was going to meet us under the arch he pointed at in 20 minutes. Again, I asked, “What will we see here, what do we do and learn here with no map or written material?” As soon as he left us, I realized it was another shopping experience. Fortunately, we had exchanged phone numbers, because when we got to the arch he had pointed to at the appointed time, he was nowhere to be found. He called and told me to go to another arch. I said I had no map and didn’t know where it was or how to get there. My “guide” told me to just ask someone on the street — which I did, we met, and he drove us back to Florence in silence.