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22nd June207km
Practiced my Italian all the way to the bank….' Eel bankomat a manjita mia carta au Sabato' (the cashmachine ate my card on Saturday) the girl behind the counter smiled sweety and said, in English, 'no problem, I'll get it for you, have you got your passport?' I guess my brummy accent didn't fool her, and I thought I sounded like a real Italian!
Drove on to Tuscany, really beautiful. The campsite was in the mountains with wonderful views over the Tuscan valleys. The mother in law of the lady who owns the campsite cooked traditional Tuscan food in the restaurant every night and we were treated to a banquet of spicy chickpea soup with herby bread floating in it, a cheesy pasta dish and then homemade meatballs wrapped in artichoke leaves served in a tomato & veg sauce.We got a bottle of wine thrown in and a coffee all for €16 each. It was all delicious a real treat.
Had really miserable dutch neighbours on site who parked their car right in front of our van and then got s***ty when I politely asked them to move. They said we were invading their privacy and would we move one foot forward! DUHH!!They were caravanners not motorhomers who have quite a community spirit when they are parked together and tend to look out for one another. Rained most of the day.
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