I picked up a pen (?) to write notes of the day, but the rhymes in my head got square in the way.
So I spoke to myself (and myself she replied), it's time for a change, a said turn of the tide.
So the blog for our Tuesday, a day that was swell, will come with a beat (you can tap it as well).
It started at sunrise - oh, please don't be daft - we crawled from our beds around eight or half passed.
Except for the Packers, their screens shining bright, they answered their emails at dawn's early light.
The tribe soon descended, all searching for coffee, maybe a few heads feeling big and slight offy.
What a day lay ahead . . . But wait, some were gone! Kevin and Allison made haste before dawn.
In the Citroen they travelled and charted new ground, they found Lucca, stone walls and a moat all around.
Then to Pisa they drove and they walked through the town till they searched out the structure that's trying to fall down.
Thank God they were there to stand it up tall; with a tilt of her camera a straight tower Al saw.
And what of the the tribers left sadly behind? Well, they pooled and they read and on biscotti they dined.
The morning was leisurely, at least for a few, but nine of our tribe waved and bid us adieu.
Sneakered and Teeva'd they set off on a quest, seeking boar and adventure, and never to rest.
To Gaiole they marched, impressive and fit, to be met at the bottom and orderd to sit . . .
and to eat the best pizza in the whole of the town, dripping cheese, meats and veggies, they scarfed it all down.
So amazing the lunch, so liberal the wine, that only four made the up trek of the original nine.
45 minutes? The challenge was daunting. But our walkers were determined to not be found wanting.
So Nancy and Pam and David and Sandy took to the hills like a bull when he's randy.
They arrived just on time, we were starting to worry. The hour of cocktail was approaching in a hurry!
Our day antics over we settled in for dinner, Tanya's risotto the star, an absolute winner!
Then we sipped, we cigared, we discussed all the issues, and when trashing CBC passed Pamy the tissues.
What a day, what a tribe, what a time of repose. We are blessed and so grateful to our hosts Shaun and Rose!!
Caio from Ciona
xoxo
I really hope that's not sweat on Dad's shirt!
ReplyDeleteYup! Soaked!
DeleteBeautifully written rhymes!
ReplyDeleteThat must have taken most of the day to write, lucky it was a relaxing one! ;)
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