Wednesday 13 June  -  The same place.
Our unit is a 2 bedroomed one with a large family room and kitchen. This meant that I could leave Peter to his misery and sleep in another room with the door shut. I awoke at 8.30 this morning to the most heavenly picture calendar scene and the birds shrilling in the sunshine. Did Peter survive the night? YES!!! Aren't antibiotics wonderful. He had been awake for a couple of hours and was wondering if I had survived the night. The best sleep I had had since we left NZ.

The programme for the morning was an Italian cookery class offered by our resort.  This gave Peter the opportunity to relax for the morning and me the opportunity to be entertained by the 2 very Italian chefs who had us making I crostini di fegatini (chicken liver toasts -for those of you who didn't know) and Le fettuccine con salsa di pomodoro e basilica. You can work that one out. Fettuccine with a tomato and basil sauce. My forte was setting the table for 18, Italian style. What a table cloth!!!!!. Of course the lure for all this was getting to eat the resultant huge lunch washed down with limitless wine followed by espresso, Italian style.

 We didn't return to our units until after 2pm. By this time Peter was showing signs of his former self, and by the time he had his afternoon snooze, there was another improvement. The temperature was many degrees cooler today (or was it that we were 800 meters up and not cooped up in a bus driving winding back country roads for 3 hours?  Peter felt up to a slow evening stroll around the estate, catching up on the news from the various resident cats. We came upon our group who had met for a second evening of enjoying the wine and cheese they had bought from our travels. This led inevitably to wandering off to another fabulous Tuscan meal with a variety of Italian wines.

I have every intention of remembering this Tuscan Treats trip for the rest of my life.  Off to Rome tomorrow.