Yesterday we took a bus to San Gimignano, this little walled medieval town on top of a hill. The bus ride was very beautiful, and we passed many vineyards with rows and rows of grape vines and the occasional roadside Mary.



The town had many gorgeous views, though the signs directing one towards said views were extremely suspiciously suggestive in a deviously suicidal manner.



Yet we bravely resisted, and gazed poetically onto the lush countryside.






Later, a brief thunderstorm broke open over us and made the town even more picturesque and cool, albeit slightly more evil.





Somehow, we made it out alive, with the nefariously atmospheric photos to prove it.

The end.