Forget rental cars with air conditioning and rigid tourist itineraries. This time, we went for true Italian charm: a bright red Vespa, straight through the heart of la bella Italia. From Florence, we wound our way over rolling green hills, past endless vineyards and medieval villages that felt like stepping back in time. Our luggage? One backpack, a dose of dolce vita, and just enough Italian to order a cappuccino.
Every turn brought something new: a breathtaking view, a hidden trattoria, a bustling local market - or an unexpected rain shower. But even soaked to the skin, the freedom of the Vespa tasted sweet. It turned into a road trip full of charm, chaos, and clichés - exactly the way Tuscany is meant to be.