The entrance is low and the space small, but the comforting aroma of coffee draws us in. It seeps out into the street, signalling the magic that awaits inside...
I'm looking through the bus windows, studying every branch we pass for signs of wildlife. I crane my neck trying to catch sight of a sloth, or a toucan...
It's almost impossible not to fall in love with Tuscany in Italy - the history, the culture, the sights, and don't get us started on the food. From pizza...
It's hot, the kind of sticky heat that makes you wonder if you'll ever feel cold skin again. And there are mozzies, so many mosquitoes that I don't see...
