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misscamI am home from Italy, only to find out my cat is hurt (can't walk on one foot, I have to carry him around) and get smacked by a cold. And also that my team is losing and clearly I should just never go home, y/n?
But I did take lots of pictures, so here is a little bit of Liguria and a lot of Toscana. Image heavy! Randomfalena may appear.
Italian food!
Italian food eaten by an Italian.
A very nice little fishing village in Liguria.
Couples apparently hung up hearts here during Valetine's Day. Aw.
View of the sea. Pretty, sunny day.
falena rides a cannon and I try to avoid making bad jokes of a sexual nature.
The beach we'd been hanging out at and trying to get me to look less like a ghost.
A gate in the walls around Siena, Toscana.
Street in Siena. Note the flags. Siena is made up of different neighbourhoods, and all neighbourhoods have different colours, flags and animals to represent them. We lived in the neighbourhood of the caterpillar.
Old, pretty buildings.
A church.
The centre square (piazza) of Siena and the palace/council building.
It had a very impressive tower that you could climb - 400 steps.
The cathedral in Siena.
The front.
The tower.
The inside.
And the silhouette in a sunset.
This is "dude-guy", so named because we could never remember his name and Elisa thought it would be rude to just call him "dude".
A pretty courtyard at the musical academy.
A fresco at the same place.
Elisa studies a guidebook. I can really recommend having an Italian guide in Italy, it makes everything much easier.
I force my guide to pose in front of the fountain in the central square.
The duomo (cathedral) during the day.
Siena.
A neighbourhood is proudly marching through the central square, singing about how great it is.
Sunset over Siena, with the really, really noisy birds warming up. They woke us every morning without fail.
San Galgano. Named after Galgano, who in the 1100s tired of fighting and stuck his sword in a stone.
The sword in the stone.
The church set up around it is of course appropriately decorated.
The abbey at San Galgano.
Roofless, but pretty. Nowadays it serves as a concert hall.
A hen night in Italy.
What sort of town has a gazillion towers inside its wall? A town where you don't trust your neighbours, I say.
More towers.
Pretty courtyard.
Very nice view of the Tuscan countryside.
The WTF moment of the trip - coming across a little shop in Tuscany that sold Norwegian trolls. Because there was a demand for it, apparently.
This little town has hosted a Medieval festival every year for over two decades.
Medieval jesters.
Medieval casket salesman from Napoli. Insert Italian joke about people from Napoli here.
Medieval jousting.
Medieval interactive menu.
Medieval music.
A duel with flaming swords at night.
Part of the evening's entertainment.
In Siena, what neighbourhood you're born in decides which one you belong to (rather than inheriting your parents') and all children are 'christened' into their neighbourhood some time after the birth. On our last day, we came across a christening into the caterpillar neighbourhood.
Afterwards they had a parade.
Showed off their flag.
And sang songs about their proud caterpillar neighbourhood.
Pisa has a leaning tower.
And a pretty catherdral.
But it also had 41 degrees Celcius (and a lot a lot of tourists), so we didn't stick around.
Phew. I hope all who wanted cards have gotten theirs or will very soon. Now I shall return to bed to nurse my cold and listen to it rain outside.
But I did take lots of pictures, so here is a little bit of Liguria and a lot of Toscana. Image heavy! Random
falena may appear. 
Italian food!
Italian food eaten by an Italian.
A very nice little fishing village in Liguria.
Couples apparently hung up hearts here during Valetine's Day. Aw.
View of the sea. Pretty, sunny day.
falena rides a cannon and I try to avoid making bad jokes of a sexual nature. 
The beach we'd been hanging out at and trying to get me to look less like a ghost.
A gate in the walls around Siena, Toscana.
Street in Siena. Note the flags. Siena is made up of different neighbourhoods, and all neighbourhoods have different colours, flags and animals to represent them. We lived in the neighbourhood of the caterpillar.
Old, pretty buildings.
A church.
The centre square (piazza) of Siena and the palace/council building.
It had a very impressive tower that you could climb - 400 steps.
The cathedral in Siena.
The front.
The tower.
The inside.
And the silhouette in a sunset.
This is "dude-guy", so named because we could never remember his name and Elisa thought it would be rude to just call him "dude".
A pretty courtyard at the musical academy.
A fresco at the same place.
Elisa studies a guidebook. I can really recommend having an Italian guide in Italy, it makes everything much easier.
I force my guide to pose in front of the fountain in the central square.
The duomo (cathedral) during the day.
Siena.
A neighbourhood is proudly marching through the central square, singing about how great it is.
Sunset over Siena, with the really, really noisy birds warming up. They woke us every morning without fail.
San Galgano. Named after Galgano, who in the 1100s tired of fighting and stuck his sword in a stone.
The sword in the stone.
The church set up around it is of course appropriately decorated.
The abbey at San Galgano.
Roofless, but pretty. Nowadays it serves as a concert hall.
A hen night in Italy.
What sort of town has a gazillion towers inside its wall? A town where you don't trust your neighbours, I say.
More towers.
Pretty courtyard.
Very nice view of the Tuscan countryside.
The WTF moment of the trip - coming across a little shop in Tuscany that sold Norwegian trolls. Because there was a demand for it, apparently.
This little town has hosted a Medieval festival every year for over two decades.
Medieval jesters.
Medieval casket salesman from Napoli. Insert Italian joke about people from Napoli here.
Medieval jousting.
Medieval interactive menu.
Medieval music.
A duel with flaming swords at night.
Part of the evening's entertainment.
In Siena, what neighbourhood you're born in decides which one you belong to (rather than inheriting your parents') and all children are 'christened' into their neighbourhood some time after the birth. On our last day, we came across a christening into the caterpillar neighbourhood.
Afterwards they had a parade.
Showed off their flag.
And sang songs about their proud caterpillar neighbourhood.
Pisa has a leaning tower.
And a pretty catherdral.
But it also had 41 degrees Celcius (and a lot a lot of tourists), so we didn't stick around.
Phew. I hope all who wanted cards have gotten theirs or will very soon. Now I shall return to bed to nurse my cold and listen to it rain outside.
