Bewitching mixtures of scenic beauty, fabled lore and the lure of an amazing culture highlight a memorable tour of Tuscany.
Inhaling the invigorating fragrance of the cypress groves above the small village of Castagneto Carducci, we listen to crickets and enjoy the freshening breeze that ascends from the nearby coast. A scant hour ago, a dismal shower rained down but now the Tuscan landscape basks in glowing color and warmth. I glance through pages of a book that becomes another companion in the following days: Giosue Carducci: Poems, Nobel Prize for Literature, 1906. Castagneto Carducci is his village and they are very proud to claim him there.
Stimulated that morning by Carducci's lines about the 'Hills of Tuscany,' the group ventures into the mountains to discover shadows, light and color playing an unbelievable game in the slowly moving fog. Amazing combinations of curves take us forward mile by mile and all the while the inline-four engine of my Yamaha Diversion thrums its rhythmic song.
Only a few miles from Larderello mighty geo-thermal cooling towers encircle us. It's an otherworldly experience that continues with these big, shining tubes lining the route all the way to Pomerance. The tower boreholes are sunk about 2000 feet (700 meters) deep and bring up steam measuring 320° F (160° C). The steam also carries boron gas to the surface - it stinks of rotten eggs - and that quickly spurs us onward and upward, farther into the mountains of Tuscany, which offer a much more pleasing array of aromas.