The Spanish Montesa.
As soon as we got to the beach this ominous beast rolled in.
6:00am. The air is cold and I know that soon the wind against my face will have a familiar bite. All packed up and ready to leave the medieval country side of Montepulciano. Today has been declared a day of travel and soon we’ll be gliding through the early morning twists and turns on the magnificent machine they call the BMW 850RT. We will ride through Pienza, and beyond Siena, bypassing the beautiful Chianti region that we passed through on our way down.Arriving back in Florence around 9am to return the bike to the mustached Italians who kindly rented it to us.
From there we’ll make our way to the train station to catch a train to Bologna. Then a bus to the local airport so that a plane may jet us us across the sea to the land of Barcelona. There we catch a shuttle to the metro and finally to our room in the Gothic Barrio of the city, where a cocktail will be waiting for me in some fine local establishment of our choosing.
Our Tuscan kitchen.