I live in a town that nestles itself in the hills that surround Florence, in Tuscany, Italy. It’s lively and vibrant, yet verdancy and stillness are on all sides, so easily accessible.
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We often go for a walk on a Sunday morning. It’s the same route we take to get supplies from our local farm.
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It’s uphill for almost an hour. Vines, olives, cypresses and wildflowers flank the small road. And then, your legs are given a little break, it flattens and this view opens up:
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Farmhouses and agriturismi dot the landscape.
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I’m so grateful to call this area home and to the people who farm its land well, producing tasty, nutritious food that I can prepare and bring to my table with joy and love.
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