Memory Monday - Southern Tuscany, Italy

This past week marked a year from which I left the US to study in Orvieto, Italy.  I've realized that I'm starting to ask the question daily, "what was I doing on this day last year?"  It's a bittersweet feeling to remember such surreal things.  I'm starting to forget the street names, the sometimes strange Italian people I met there and the savory tastes of the delicious food.  I find myself even missing little things, such as carrying an outlet converter and carrying small bills and coins (no one accepts large bills from the ATM). In light of these things that need to be remembered and revisited, I'm going to start Memory Monday.  Since I didn't have many chances to blog when I was abroad, which is something I painfully regret because I wish I could reread my feelings and revelations as they were happening, posting about them might preserve some memories and bring about some new realizations.

This week's memory is Southern Tuscany, Italy.

This place is undoubtedly one of the most whimsical and picturesque places I've ever been. The panoramas couldn't help but make me feel like I was Frances from Under the Tuscan Sun searching for my own villa to remodel (in my dreams right?).  The  curvy drive from Orvieto to Montalcino was only about an hour and a half.  As you drive up the rollings hills and changing shades of green you can't help but snap five million and one pictures. There are ancient olive trees and wild flowers along each side of the road that seem to entice you to peer further towards the horizon. Our first arrival was the Sant' Antimo Abbey, a church just outside of Montalcino's walls.  Walking up to the church there was a serenity in the air that was almost deafening.  The silence was characteristic of it's dwellers, whom are mostly monks.  Since it was raining outside you could hear the squeaky footsteps as we entered the long rectangular church.  It's simplistic yet enormous crucifix standing at the front made me feel small and fragile surrounded by the marble floors and walls. I was hoping that we would catch a prayer service because it is customary of the monks to be singing their hymnals and prayers but unfortunately we missed it. I wish we could have stayed longer in the city itself but the afternoon rain shower was keeping us from exploring everything we wanted to. I would definitely love to visit again.

Some pictures from Montalcino and surrounding smaller towns: