Monday morning we explored Siena a
little bit. After about 2 hours, we felt we'd seen the major sights and were
ready to hit the road. This was one of those places we would've appreciated
more with a tour guide. There's so much history there, but we were oblivious to
most of it.
After Siena we drove about an hour to
another old hill top village called Pienza. Once again, we were amazed at how
authentic and old it seemed. We had just enough daylight left after Pienza to
hit Montepulciano, yet another hilltop village. This one seemed a bit more
modernized but still awesome with amazing views of the Tuscan landscape. Fun
fact: this is the town where the climax of Twilight 2 (New Moon) was filmed.
The real fun on Monday happened when we tried to find our hotel. First, the GPS couldn't find the address. So we looked up a nearby street and used deductive reasoning to find the beautiful Tuscan villa. Spencer went to check if this was the right place, it wasn't. The man didn't speak any English, but luckily his wife did. She told us we needed to go down two streets, then turn right. So we passed a street, found a long driveway/street and turned right. This place looked much more promising though a bit shabbier. We were able to walk in the front door. On our right was a big room with a billiards table, on our left was a memo board and a hallway. So we started walking down the hallway because it looked like the best option. After a couple twists and turns, we came across two old men, o
So we figured we needed to go one
more street. Here we found a church, but I'd actually read that the hotel was
in a monastery, there were lots of cars, and the name matched up perfectly. So
we walked confidently to the front door where we heard...a church choir. Surely
this couldn't be it either. But as we were walking back to the car, a sliding
car gate opened. We thought this may be a sign and started walking inside it;
this led us down a dark path in the shadow of a church. I felt like I was in
Scooby Doo. The back of the church had more lights, but only one car and no
other signs of life. So we booked it back to the car. We decided to drive up
the road even further, but now we were on a one-way farm lane. I looked through
my phone and realized I had a picture of the hotel…it WAS the church. We turned
around, drove right up to the doors, and entered the church, determined to ask
where the entrance to the hotel was. Unfortunately they were in the middle of
some important looking rituals. We walked around the exterior a little more and
found a doorbell; I pushed it and heard the guy in the speaker say
"Whitney?" Apparently this was the place. He told us (in very broken English)
to drive through the gate (so that WAS the right place). He came out and opened
these double doors that looked like dungeon doors, not lobby doors, to let us
in.
The hotel really was an old monastery
and was super creepy. It was clean and comfy, it was just intimidating to walk
into the long, stone, dark hallway (the lights flipped off after about 2
minutes). Once we'd gotten used to it, it wasn't as creepy but the whole place was freeeezing cold. We had a heater
in our room but it didn't really do the job. I guess that's the problem with
buildings made of stone, no insulation. Luckily we were supplied with extra
blankets so we piled those on and made due. Neither of us slept great because it
was just so cold. It was like camping when you wake up and your nose is all
cold. Anyway, that place made for some great stories but we were happy to
leave.
For dinner, we tried our TripAdvisor trick again, unfortunately both the restaurants with really good reviews were closed. So, we found another nearby place. The menu looked decent and we figured since we're out of touristville it has to be good. Wrong. It was disgusting. I gagged down most of my food, but Spencer could only get a couple bites of his down. The real bummer is our waitress didn't speak English, so how do you say "This is the worst food we've ever had, will you please bring us something different or give us a discount?" Neither of us wanted to. So we paid, left, and went to McDonalds. God bless America.