Several years ago on our second excursion to Italy with the family, we rented an apartment just outside of Firenze. We had clearly moved up from guided tour to self hosting and were on our way to our ultimate goal of renting a house and becoming self-sufficient, savvy travelers. Che brava. To take advantage of the lower airfares and spring break for our children, we booked at the end of March. Only trouble was that the weather was more like winter and less like spring and that our apartment was inadequately prepared for heat. In fact, the primary source of heat was from the fireplace. Needless to say, there were lots of tears as the apartment which we had rented through the internet, although historically beautiful was short on conventional teenage comforts. Plus, I was constantly reminded by my daughter that “I could have been in Key West with my senior class”. Can you imagine such inconsiderate parents taking their children on holiday to Italy!!!
The happy accident occurred towards the end of the week when a small drawer in the antique desk revealed a pamphlet advertising a location where you could go to ride mountain bikes or have a cooking class. The cooking class appealed to my husband and myself, and the kids, always ready for action, gravitated towards mountain bike riding in the hills of Tuscany. It was all arranged. We had been saved by The Accidental Tourist.
The morning of our excursion was cold and wet so the hoped for mountain bike adventure had morphed into a cooking class for us all. There were several other young people in the group, mainly students who were studying abroad. I could hear the ‘wheels’ turn in my daughter’s mind. I felt sure that she would return to study abroad (and she did!)
So as happens in these situations where strangers are thrust together (and wine is flowing) there was much exchange of laughter and stories amidst learning how to make home made pasta.
Ultimately we ALL had a great time experiencing a lovely afternoon on a historic estate engaged in learning a new culinary skill.
This week my sister and husband were visiting from New York and we prepared the pasta that we learned to make at The Accidental Tourist.
Have you ever had a ‘happy accident’ while on vacation?