Last year, we have some of the Norwegian Airline's airlines. The day was to happen, panic, I asked for it 4-year-old Boy, Holt, where we go.
"I love the pasta!" He said. "But it is not a red cucumber."
Repeated, I may not need to organize a whole trip and trying to prove the 4-year-old I've done, in fact, like the pasta cake; He did not know yet. But how can I reduce the Italian proverbs, above all the doorway path: Sucus ruber omnibus anesthetist, "All the love of love in the world."
Yes, Italian! I would go to Italy. At that time it seemed a good idea. Culture! Sun! Vespas! Leto! It was when I bought tickets that I remember watching a young child's attention when it was on the journey, you should bring your baby back to your back.
So, what do you do? That way, did not destroy you life speaking them? With the pullout of children can not be long-lived, with a 20-degree diet. (You can not get two diet foods.) You can not take a whole day artistic artwork to check the Caravaggio's chiaroscuro. You can not stay in the Dante "Inferno" afternoon, with six chianti bottles like Pavarotti's belt through the Tosca.
In you are happy with your children they should be happy. If I have learned about life and travel for children, it should be easier. Life goes down to its limit. The least resistance to the resistance.
Therefore, here was the agenda of all our travels in Italy in June: "More as much as possible." Anything else that happens will cost money.
Our slip was to rent a car in Rome-Fiumicino Airport Leonardo da Vinci, head of the Toskana, and spent three nights in a wonderful Orcia, which is recovering from the coastal town, is testing the pasta specialty. Then we will travel from north, Siena and Florence. We think we can see more art, if any. Lessons of our history are limited. We can eat pasta and then pasta. We could convert the glass every day, prayer, water & philosophy, prison detention. We are clubs or fools. (Or both.)
However, we managed to survive the eight-hour flight in Rome with a single tube with our children and 200 passengers.
The airport was a complete chaos. Finally located on our lost luggage and a four-wheel drive and, after two yards, jet and completely broken, I dreamed of the dreams Chiarentana, a large farmer of Tuscan farms built around animal lawn with a tree with a pillow center. Chiarentana is located on La Foce window in the valley and wood. The olive tree of the field comes out. Snow In each window, it feels the boundary limits. Beauty has the same way as you are welcome to keep in touch with the length of the hand.
Iris Origo, Anglo-American, purchased La Foce in 1924 continued to alter the poverty-stricken farms in a vibrant, constructed area of the largest La Foce, and building a school for gardens in the valley. During the Second World War, she spent a few weeks in the orphanage, which she wrote and recorded in the "War of the War" by the Italian journalist in 1943-1944.
Chiarentana is now run by a young Iris girl, Donata. They sell various types of olive oil, including frantoiano, which can change a simple copy of the epiphany of the earth and the interaction and the sky.
Where's the history? But my Holt boy is not interested in any one. He intended to make a cheap plastic blanket and put on wildlife animals. He created a technical game that has only a set of rules that can be played in the underground, below under the tree. I tried to play with him, but I was wrong.
"No, this is milk in the house," he said, tired of ignorance.
There are some interesting things about watching a very small sporting game. We must be careful about the date, but we must not be careful. Time cycle time.
On the first day of Tuscany, we walked to the cafe Dopolavoro La Foce, only down the road.
"Are you ready?" I asked Holt.
We ordered three loafs, including ricotta and wild fennel. Eliche means Italian flu; The pasta looks like a storm, or the way around the water. Holt enjoyed this information. Like many boys, Holt is happy with the systems, structures, how they work and do not work; It looks like the whole year is composed of reading the tax bill.
The food came. They were rabbis. Life has declined in the simplest way. We do not need much to be proud of in this world: everything is gentle and has everything. They all sat together with a lot of silence, even Max, the least of us. We are surprised by the road-based initiatives in our mouth. Holt immediately caught his forehead, eliche loose on his faults. "This is the best thing in my life!" He admits.
From this very good lunch lunch became a bit wobbly. My children, like most children, do not sit in for a long time. What can you sit at the table? The weights are boring, stuffy things that can not be crushed, climb up, removed without pressure. Children are astonished: Why are adults always sitting on tables and hours, talking and talking?
My children prefer to come out with Bertoldo, the depression, the Chiarentana baby's donkey, and hurts the sadness of every morning. Holt likes a good plastic bag that he can tell about the history of the world. Max loves a good doorstep. But on the way. It will open half an hourly opening of the doors or lift up and down. But none of them will come sit on the table too long. Oh, no.
On the second day, Holt also made a declaration that he hated former buildings. This is not good for our journey. He declared after I visited geometry Horti Leonini Garden of the San Quirico village Orcia from a neutral landmine that destroyed Nazis when they left the bush during World War II. Holt of mind, all our existing buildings will fall. Entropy is essential. He waited in the middle of the night to be unbearable.
"I hate old buildings!" "I want to go home!" Glider, Bertoldo, Dameerka, is engaged.
We do not follow the reasonableness of the toddler. I did not go home. I ate lots of pasta. Lots of pasta. In San Quirico, a small town on the tower, we set up a home pic cinghiale at Trattoria Osenna. This is a noodle made from wild boar. It will change your life.
Peak is the environment of the sweet pastry environment; It looks like a storm, an abnormal spaghetti bite, with a stretch of arm. The word Pici came from the Italian word "appiciare", the first step towards the end and the longevity of lumpy strings. Osenna's owner, Luca, told us his mother, the cook, could turn a ban to more than six feet.
"You can skip all your body!" Holt said. Luca said this was not a culture, but was referring to his mother.
After many days from the village of Val d 'Orcia, the life that I would not easily do, I went to the north of one of the true realms of Italy, Siena, the ancient ancient city flow and gelatin weight is the best estimate for children and adults. We walked up the hill, suddenly we saw ourselves face to face Duomo, cathedral-casting cathedral decorated with black and white.
I won, I warned Holt allergies in the early history, but he laughed at his peculiar nature, filled with pictures of the Koran, the lions and the frozen churches of different karate. In the interior, we were amazed at the large mosque that covered all the church and the Piccolomini library, filled with large lighthouse brochures. All of us are from the Holt church, Holt wanted to shine candles.
"You come here every day to learn God," he said, entirely blue. Then: "This is the building I love in the world."
The city is famous for the Palio di Siena, a 400-year-old battleship around Piazza del Campio. Each summer, 10 players and passengers representing the "conflict" or city districts can run in the size of the clay.
We stayed in Siena a week ago before Palio last summer, and the litter was laid, and no casualties were stacked around all around. Thinking around the alarms, we put the cord in the center of the brain, wet wet dung in our luggage. I was practicing the only thing in the entire cream, a good minute. Holt vowed to be a horse. How much did you admit he was Holt?
Later, after eating the so-called peppers made of zucchini and almonds and spices, called Holidays, Holt declared "beautiful," we surrounded the surrounding area green Pecci, a psychiatric hospice site and now a farmhouse with a café, public museums and major art galleries you can walk in "Open Mind" by Justin Peyser. Everyone was happy: This was the artwork you can kill.
We may be in Siena. It looks like the former Italian: Libentissime cum liberis uno loco se continere. "When children are satisfied, do not move in one inch." But my wife never went to Florence, so we had led the stairs on the last leg of our journey.
Our Airbnb is in Oltrarno, Louisiana, the Brooklyn-like Florentine in Arno's southern suburb, with small fare and shops selling crafts and crafts.
On the first day we were disappointed with the sweat in the center of Florence and were immediately deported to tourists. High-season highlights are fears. You can not breathe, you can not move. All of our families grow up to get so sad since we sold some stracciatella gelato alla. It has been proved that the gels are the treatment of all kinds, including gout, epilepsy and hopelessness.
We did not try to put it in the Uffizi Gallery or look at popular places. Floating shops continue to go on: We are missing Caravaggios! However, you always have children. That's the point. The beauty is in the absence.
Instead, we go to the younger Museo Leonardo da Vinci, where children can try and drag all of the hazards, including what's going on in the world's first jet engine. They were very happy. One of the horns stood up to the helicopter, which is similar to the advertisement we ate on the first day.
"Not working," I told Holt, referring to the helicopter. "They could not fly." This feels very strange as it is, in our time, examples. The good ideas never leave.
"That's O.K.," said Holt. And it was.
To complete the popular Research Center, we visited twice Museo Galileo (only convinced the fool's camps waiting for hours to enter Uffizi!) It is deeply full of sports, a telescope, a special meteor shower, and two Galileo fingers.
One particular picture is looking at me: Marble runs out of two ways, first and foremost, the boring slider is called 'brachistochrone curve down and again .
All the features, the straight line, the shortest road, is the fastest path below. Right
Nope. Galileo discovered that he was brachistochrone, which, in spite of long, brings the ball first. And as I watched the marble of marble in marble all the way through the road, exams and honesty, we began to use it in such a mysterious way as our small Italian client. The right way is not always the best way. Instead, by the natural environment of life, by going down, then shut the door, invited half half as happy as Max closed the door to open again the second time, you can actually take effective way.
We missed the last night in Italy Boboli Gardens before it is closed. The sunny evening was relaxing and pillows. We are all alone; The weight was working in the city. A state is a Florentine paradise in ancient buildings and geometric sources and garbage collection. One of the cleanups we've seen is a modern modern design: clean, clear white called & # 39; Secret of Sky, & # 39; Ken Kenuda. The layout of the form was the opposite of natural surrounding nature.
"It's like a mirror," Holt said. "It's the most expensive thing I've ever seen." When you are 4, there is nothing like hyperbole.
Recently, we had a delicaculent restaurant, Alla Vecchia Bettola, with coins and linen tables from the ceiling. They have managed to stay with us while we bought Florentines. After 14 straight bites, this will be finally.
At this point, our four of us have been used for things. We look good on the machine. As soon as she sat, we ordered the children's food. Children are tolerating the table at the table. Max does not apply for his or her exemplary exercise. We have our iPhone software ready, but we do not need it. We all seem to realize that this small test has come out. A team from Quebec in our table noted how they behaved our children.
"It's not usually usual," I said. "It is trained as seals.
The restaurant was born. People laughed and they made soft movements with their fingers, which meant they were all lost.
I had many other bites from the router. Then I was done. Finally I was finally Italian food, and I did not think it was logically reasonable.
"Down," said Max, referring to the ground.
And I went downstairs. We have been on the way to the crossroads and have just arrived at this time, just on time.
Reif Larsen is the author of "I Am Radar" and the "Selected Works of T. Spivet," featured in a Musical Film, Young Young and Prodigious T. Spivet.
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