The Chianti wine, me and you, companions without snack..

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Destination by Italian avvinazzati beautiful labels and large glasses, by the Germans with the sandals and the flavor of Goethe still in mouth, tantric British capital to be invested. Chianti is not just that. It is primarily a rural region of the strip of clay which is the Tuscany that before tourism, has lived in the Earth. Yes, that land with a capital letter. Ground that all the energy moves, the largest of the 5 elements.
One Saturday to try to Nathan this taste. Rather than glossy, but the dirty and dusty, looking for a bit of that reality peasant who has impregnated our minds. To check the most genuine we can be an ace in my sleeve, my friend agronomist, who took that piece of paper to keep up with his century, but which otherwise would embrace his spade and would have poured his silence to the ground.
This is the route:

"More specifically? Things to do in a day? Dall'Impruneta I also move you to step in to see the square, then continue to Greve in Chianti and before the turn to square Montefioralle which is a medieval town. If you want them also eat at the restaurant la Castellana, but I think you should book. If after the square you want to see greve a cellar, although small, you can go there to Greve by my relative, who is holding the Land of Melazzano. You can tell that you send me and to get you to do a tour of the winery. There you can also do wine tasting and buying wine, igt is not that great but the price is fine but the others are good. Now if you have time or you can go to Mount St. Michele even if it is a little 'cold but it's nice, or go to Panzano and take the signs for Volpaia which is another medieval town. not things I thought we would be very small un'aziendina Lamole but I do not know how to tell the way. Then, however, Gaiole and Castellina are to be seen and there are some 'of wine bars. Other places to eat if the government steps Chianti after Chiocchio's The Cantinetta or square in Greve Nerbona that there is also offal dishes and has a little 'so fly. If you want to eat so much, well, and spend a little Gabbiano (between Greve and Ferrone) there is a restaurant for those truck drivers that inside is also nice, the steak is cooked on brace. "

Brilliant idea, my Picone has understood what I want! The only thing that I did not understand yet is that time for me and Nath is ours. You turn around between the sheets, and try our lips always, gesturing, playing and starting again from scratch, by Love. This great and our feeling that always amazes me, every day, every hour, every minute is a new feeling, strong and meaningful.
We start late, after a breakfast of sweet things, like us, rifocillante as the time spent together.
... and mail in hand, we Chiantigiana on, we Tavarnuzze, then Gabbiano, e. ..
- "Nath, look! This must be the truck driver from the restaurant ... and we know where we are the truck drivers will always eat well!"
Maneuver, we look inside and we intend to make us lunch. Continue. We arrive in Greve in Chianti. The Square is too cute, circular with porches that look out there and the shops are still the consensus of the citizens. There fumiamo a cigarette on the bench and look to pass the natives. A coffee with no c, how to pronounce it here.

Start and the direction is Montefioralle. I have a vague recollection of a previous visit in my previous life there. I remember the medieval village in the plains. But flat in Chianti? Ohbischeradiunafrancese? Icchetudici? Indeed. Climb, bend after bend and come to a traffic light with two red eyes. Even this was in my previous life. Parking, I verify the consistency of the tree with the bonnet and descend. A country sweet old stones and pebbles and grasses climbing. The circumnavigating quickly, between heaven and earth, in these steps next to you I was suspended 10 cm above the ground, while you my story more ambitious entrepreneurial dreams. And we start again, and we nafragar is sweet in this sea ... The next goal is Panzano. Cerchiamo parking without too much flapping of the cars that were parked unwary before me, alas for them! We give more steps, more than one hundred, in search of Cecchini, the butcher that I celebrate the funeral of steak, from the mighty handshake and two blue lights witty instead degl'occhi. I do not find, but it matters little. There balocchi admiring how the residents of this cucuzzolo are concerned about the return home of their friends, cats, and how to grant their tastes to a higher level, building ramps that lead up to the Act. Panzano also remain behind and try Volpaia. Increasingly uncertain the road, fewer claims. Time incupisce our chat, but come on. Volpaia is a castle in the vineyards of illustrious owners. Fake so perfect. In low season, when trick.

Back. Made the road again, but with a grumbling stomach, which actually reminds us that Earth, which gives the same results, including a healthy ham sandwich with a glass of chianti in the tavern by docg truck driver. But nothing. We are strangers to love this planet and also the Chianti if they have noticed. No snack or a Seagull, or Scopeti.
It was a sleepy Chianti, not yet ready to spring, not yet ready for other patrons and voracious lovers like us.