Cold and Rainy Today

This is the narrow street we park on, our apartment is on the right. We dashed out to the car in pouring rain with our bathing suits on under our clothes. Hot Springs were on my mind. We'd slept late (for us) and left home with only coffee hoping to find pizza for lunch. Turns out, the pizza chefs only come in for the afternoon shift. Pizza is a dinner thing here, not a lunch thing. We've discovered we like to eat at Trattorias and Osterias, not in Restaurantes. They have the ambiance we like. We've given up trying to plan for and find the places described in the guide books and just pull off somewhere when we get hungry. We've yet to have a  bad meal. And so it went today:

Neither of us asked any questions, we could see they were already doing their best by printing the menu for us in English. Tats ordered spaghetti with smoke (the chef did NOT snuff her Marlborough in his pile of noodles) and I went with crescent pasta with burrata and orange. We both chose wisely, it was great.

We made our way to the hot springs, I can't say they were the friendliest lot at the establishment, but the water was warm enough and we lolled about for four hours listening to the oldsters swap lies. Everyone, and I mean every woman wears a two piece bathing suit here.  Wrinkles, sags, lumps, bumps, bellies, scars-no one gives a dang. I fell in love with a woman who I'm guessing was in her late 80's-she had the most gorgeous wrinkles when she smiled. She was wearing a tiny tube top and a little black bikini bottoms. Every time she'd get under the big faucet dumping hot water to enjoy a neck massage she'd grab at her top as it was falling down and just grin.

The skies turned black and we heard a big clap of thunder and decided to head back towards Siena and get this guy a big pepperoni pizza for dinner. And that's just what we did.