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“It’s going to rain the whole day tomorrow.” I texted to Rami last night as I watched the radar; a storm as wide as the boot of Italy was looming on the coast and the forecast was looking grim for today.

“Maybe.” He replied. I looked at the green mass heading our way again and grimaced. I honestly didn’t know how we’d make it a good day if it was pouring the whole time.

“I hope it’s a maybe,” I settled on as a reply.

“There you go.” He said – always keeping me hopeful. Always looking for the sun at the end of the showers.

So today we woke up to cloudy skies, but when I looked at the weather forecast again, that monstrous storm had somehow vanished. Mum and I woke up slowly as we watch the clouds float slowly over the vineyards outside our window. We made coffee in our pajamas as a small rain shower passed, and then as we got ready for the day, the sun burst through. We ran out into the vineyards and under the olive trees, listening to the rooster crow down in the valley.

We walked the final stretch of the Via Francigena, the old road the pilgrims used to use to travel to Rome from northern Europe, and walked up into San Gimignano.

This time of year the streets are less crowded and the heat of summer hasn’t hit. The rainstorms flickered in and out, but each time it drizzled, we’d step into another arch or alley or cantina. One mini museum had a miniature replica of the hilltown complete with its 70 or so towers – now only 12 remain. I took a photo through the miniature version of the entrance to the city that we had walked through just minutes before – wishing it still was all intact. The beauty of medieval San Gimignano is credited to the power of Florence that cut the city down to its knees and made it bow to the Duomo. Now we can travel back in time – even if all the towers aren’t standing.

We made it up to the fortress in the sunshine and the purple wisteria was in full bloom among the walls. As another set of looming clouds approached the city, we hid under the umbrellas and the heat lamps at one of the trattorias in Piazza Cisterna – sipping on a Chianti that the woman insisted we get to go along with a plate of the flavors of Tuscany, and I never felt more at home.

The sun has set now and we’re back at the apartment, getting ready to head back up the hill for dinner. The clouds have completely cleared and the hills were golden and I have Rami to thank for not letting me worry. The sun will shine when it needs to and the clouds will be the backdrop of the beauty of the city. There you go. Nothing to worry about.