I pen these thoughts upon the eve of our departure from Volterra.
Having first come into the city from Rome, we were marvelously delighted at the change of pace and the change of scenery. No more hurtling Smart© Cars to dodge in the midst of scooters and motorbikes. No more angry waiters trying to rob us in broad daylight. No more throngs of
Having gotten lost the moment we drove to Volterra, we consulted the nearest shopkeeper at the Enoteca Scalia in what appeared to be some type of town piazza (square). His name is Massimo and he is such a G. He gave us complete directions to the seminary we were going to stay at (right at the gas station, past the hospital), gave us a recommendation for dinner (La Vecchia Lira, up the street, you'll see it), and Ron and I felt so touched by his generosity and kindness that we had to buy a Chianti. So we did.
