A train to Florence from there I immediately sat in one of wagons to Poggibonsi in which I heard a voice announced stops at the first time. There I thought on visiting on Templar’s church Castello della Magione, but I didn’t risk in what was right, because the nearest bus was in forty minutes when walking to sight and return from there would take more time. I took the bus, which for short time delivered to San Gimignano.
It was a small town saving architecture buildings of XII-XIV centuries. I guessed (or I thought that by walking and be almost lucky due to I missed once.) where can situate my hotel, which wasn’t far from town’s center (as can say on everything.). I found street and reached a place for few nights. I got the last room on the last floor from where I could see incredible ranges – wonderful for meeting of New Year with a bottle, but I detected a round glass, of red wine. On that street where situates the hotel, I saw a wine shop had neat look. Before New Year’s wine I was intending to taste a bottle with Vernaccia di San Gimignano. A white grape, which produces only in lands of San Gimignano.
I entered in Enoteca Antica Latteria, which had many bottles have seen in Rome, but there was more bottles for taking. I asked a salesman on Vernaccia di San Gimignano by pronouncing it in absolute Italian. He showed me shelves with these bottles. Minutes of deep thinking ended on 2017 Mareterra Vernaccia di San Gimignano with 13,5%. The next was taken a bottle of Luce and it currently lies in a wardrobe, because safe doesn’t work what brought me to sorrow, desperation and depression. I saw cheeses on counter. I risked by buying “camembert mink” as that I heard from the salesman.
I put my buying in hotel’s suite and moved straightly from San Matteo to the central square on Piazza della Cisterna for knowing how edible a famous ice cream is. I trembling by hearing these titles due to I haven’t believe in these things. I saw a queue to Gelateria Dondoli when I entered in this town and it was in that moment. Color of ice cream wasn’t natural and had chemical look, but I was going to be confident. I bought a cone with mango, mandarin, pistachio and hazelnut. I started to eat before I took one of steps to a well, which was filled of coins and rarely banknotes. Taste wasn’t different from look. I was staying in the queue and looked on entrance mentioned awards of far past years. Maybe, it was wonderful then? Although I didn’t hear critique that Sergio Dondoli started to sell a detesting ice cream what that I say. I never had unlovely cone until Assisi and San Gimignano. I want ice cream from Americano Bar in Venice.
A bottle of white wine - it was a gotten pleasance. Although I haven’t favor to white wines and full excitement was to one which was Spanish and it's title sounded “Beq’s” and it had the year 1998. Maybe I used it’s drink in 2012. Mareterra Vernaccia di San Gimignano didn’t pinch. It had notes of apples in taste. Aftertaste, as everything, put into mild stance.
Unfortunately, the cheese wasn’t a camembert. It easily broke, but it’s look and taste made me suspicious on that it lied in that wine shop, maybe, even before Garibaldi began the Expedition of the Thousand. I threw it into a trash bin. Whereas I needed other food.
I abandoned hotel in drizzling rain for finding a convenience store. A reception showed that it can in one bar, but it wasn’t. I would love to live in San Gimignano among of historical buildings. In that day, musicians on the right from the square performed living music by that you wished to start dancing. I dislike in San Gimignano that souvenir shops are everywhere. I was walking and gave gaze to stores, which still yet were operating at the evening. The sausages and anything not for white wine. I finally entered in little store had cheese choice. I bought a piece of soft one, which was usual in eating and kinda had fit for finish the bottle.
