Let’s face it: If you’re a foodie and you go to Italy and Greece for three weeks, you’re going to gain weight. It’s a given. In fact, the only thing that saved me from returning as a full-on roly-poly, was that we walked five to nine miles a day. How do I know this? I wear a pedometer.
My five friends and I met up at the Rome airport, caught the shuttle to the train station and headed for Cortona, 2-1/2 hours to the north. Cortona is an Etruscan hill town, roughly 2500 years old. The road from the train station in Tarantola meanders up the hillside to Garibaldi Square, near the center of Cortona. From there, the town continues its upward spiral toward the sky. A castle and centuries-old church look down on the town, which, in turn, looks down on beautiful, verdant Tuscany. It’s a breath-taking view.