Slightly weird flight from Pisa with the airforce dropping parachutes over the airport. Not sure whether they were having a lovely sunny day of parachuting for fun, but a bit entertaining when you think about it being an international airport. Waiting on the tarmac for jumping parachuters, one of the slightly more colorful excuses for a plane leaving late, but after all, this is Italy. The flight attendants are drinking espresso in front of us at the front of the aircraft so we are assuming the airforce are not being parachuted in for some crisis. But, again, this is Italy, so I think it unlikely that anyone would stop drinking coffee, even if there was a national crisis. The pilot has just told us they are waiting for airport control in Milan. I have this picture in my mind of someone in Milano trying to see all the way to Pisa with their binoculars.
A lovely night last night at a stunning restaurant that I found on trip advisor. Wandered around for quite a while looking for it. Gorgeous young helpful boys of about 15 were determined to help us, but in true Italian style stood in the street arguing about which direction – this included arguing with google maps on their iPhones. Gretch, Alice and niece Zoe, I thought of you all. Oh the Italian boys are so charming.
Anyway, finally found the delightful Ristorante Peperosa .. Owned by two brothers, and no English menus. Our waiter, one of the owners, was incredibly helpful with suggestions. We shared bruschetta pomodora with exquisite tastes of Tuscany, garlic, olive oil and salt. I had sublime ravioli with ricotta, fish and lemon. The extras were gorgeous .. Prosecco when we arrived to say welcome. A small appetiser brought to all tables and when we asked for the bill, instead, a bottle of limoncello and sherry was brought to say arrivederci
We wandered to the field of miracles down lots of lovely lane ways. There were a couple of moments when I looked at my watch and questioned the wisdom of walking through some of the streets at midnight but we passed lots of young girls on bikes and it felt really safe.
The tower and duomo were lovely at midnight. The tourists buses had all gone and it was so very tranquil.
This morning, a lovely Italian stroll for latte macchiato. A sit in the sun with more coffee, ham and pecorino and a very easy 5 minute car trip to the airport. I will definitely return to Pisa
This really is getting quite funny. The plane keeps moving about three metres in different directions – parachuters, Milano ….. Not sure what will be next.
Sleeping under the stars 