So we booked a wine tasting experience in the Tuscany countryside that also included a visit to the town of San Gimignano, which we had heard good things about. This was an afternoon trip, so we started the day with wander towards the Fortezza Medicea, via the Basilica di San Dominico.
This particularly imposing church was visible from our hostel window, and in comparison to the marble-laiden facade of the Duomo looks boxy and boring. However, it houses some exciting artifacts we wanted to see: bits of dead people.
San Caterina, or St Catherine of Siena, was a bit of a child prodigy. She had her first vision of Jesus at the age of six, and swore chastity at the age of seven. As a teenager she managed to avoid marrying her sisters husband by refusing to eat or drink until her father relented. Later on, she conveniently became sick when her mother banned her from becoming a nun, and when her mum gave in, she made a miraculous recovery. She joined the order of San Dominico, but remained living with her parents and (as legend has it) her 24 siblings, ignoring her family but giving away all their possessions to the poor. Later in life, after travelling the country saving the needy, she developed anorexia and died. Miracles were said to have occurred at her grave, and she was later canonised.
Inside the Basilica are St Catherine's head and thumb, which looks pretty creepy (images available from Google if you want to see).
After freaking ourselves out a little, we headed up the hill to the Fortezza Medicea, or Medici Fortress, built by the Medici family to prevent the Sienese people from recovering their independence. Nowadays it holds a winery, a jazz club and a dance troupe. The walk up afforded us with some very impressive views over Siena, and then we headed back down to Il Campo for some pizza bianco with salami and olives. Then it was time for our coach trip!
The bus was a very nice reprieve from the hot sun. In a group of about twelve people, we set off through the gorgeous Tuscan countryside to our first stop: Castellina in Chianti. This was the birthplace of the chianti classico, the original Chianti that we now enjoy with fava beans and liver.
Immediately upon entering Castellina, we entered the Via del Volte, a medieval street that was originally just a normal street until people started building over it, creating a tunnel.
We wandered through and back out into the blazing sun, taking in the gorgeous colours and sights of this countryside town.
After Castellina, we headed to one of the many wineries in the area, Casanova Sant'Agnese. Here we were greeted by a British ex-pat with a confusing Cockney-Italian accent. She has been living in Italy so long she had forgotten lots of English words, like massage. She showed us around the vineyard, then we headed down to the cellars.
Sant'Agnese is not a big commercial winery, and only has two small cellars. The first housed barrels of wine, but the second housed barrels of balsamic vinegar. The smell as she opened the door to the latter was just wonderful! We also got to taste some of the vinegar they produce there, which was like heaven. I cannot describe how good it tasted.
Turns out, the 'balsamic vinegar' we buy in the shops in the UK is not true balsamic. Aceto balsamico tradizionale di Modena is made from a reduction of white grape juice, and has been made since the Middle Ages. This was the one we tried in the winery, and had been aged for thirty years. In comparison to this, the balsamic available in the UK, misleadingly named aceto balsamico di Modena, and lacking the key word tradizionale, is a cheap modern imitation made of wine vinegar, colourings, thickeners and sweeteners. Imagine the taste of a decent quality UK balsamic, that you got from Sainsbury's or M&S or somewhere. If that is pleasing to the palate, the 30 year old tradizionale is like an explosion of ecstasy in your mouth [insert innuendo here].
After having our minds blown by the balsamic cellars, it was time for our wine tasting experience. I wasn't too fussed about this - I choose my wine based on strict criteria:
- Does it cost about £5?
- Was it previously more expensive, and has been reduced to £5?
- Does it have a nice picture on the label?
What was more exciting to me, however, was the food. To go with our wine, we had beans with eight year old balsamic, bread with olive oil, crisp bread with truffle oil, chestnut honey with cheese, and ice cream with the 30 year old balsamic.
After tearing ourselves away from the exciting but expensive products, it was time for the trip to our main destination: San Gimignano.
San Gimignano flourished during the medieval period due to it's location on the important Via Francigena. This was an ancient road connecting Canterbury, in England, to Rome, via France and Switzerland. Unlike the traditional Roman roads, this Via Francigena wasn't a set, defined road. Rather, it was a recommended route, which may change slightly depending on the political situation in the regions it passed through.
We walked through the winding roads to the Piazza Duomo, with ongoing commentary from our tour guide. He showed us some frescoes in the La Collegiata, the town's main church, that we wouldn't have found otherwise. Then he left us to wander, so we walked up to the Rocca, what is left of the fortress. From here we were awarded with a view of the famous skyline, while a woman played the harp in the olive grove just below.
After the climb up the Rocca, it was definitely time for some gelato. We were spoilt for choice - one shop boasted 'The best gelato in the world', which the other claimed to have won lots of competitions. We decided on the former, and were rewarded with the creamiest, richest pistachio gelato. I also had the saffron option, which was delicately flavoured to perfection.
The trip back to Siena was a quiet affair, all of us enjoying the slight wine buzz and the happy gelato-induced slump. We lounged around for the evening, then set off to find this little restaurant we had come across the day before when we got lost in the backstreets. The waiter didn't speak English, the menu was only available in Italian, and we were the only tourists in the place. I had a starter of crostini with a topping made of, we discovered later, spleen. I followed this up with gnocchi made with truffle oil, which was easily the best dish of the holiday. B went for bresaola with rocket, tomato and pecorino, with gnocchi with gorgonzola sauce for main.
Happy, sated, and about half a stone heavier, we were asleep from the moment our heads hit the pillow.