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5:00 am. I can´t say I woke up early, because I barely slept that night. It was the beginning of our trip to Italy, that country I’ve been visiting for years and I still find reasons to go back again. With a serious amount of coffee in my veins, we took the car and drove all the way to Pau, France, from Spain. After making the fastest visit in the cheapest hotel we could find, we continued our trip next morning, to the beautiful Cannes. Lost the count of how many hours we spent on that car. However, it was not a problem for me, it was part of the journey. I remember listening to Bohemian Rhapsody full volume while driving next to the sea, taking pictures of every beautiful spot I could capture, that lead me to lose all my phone space before arriving to my final destiny. After our last night of our quick stay in France, we carried on with our trip to Italy the next morning. Many hours later in the car that I was starting to hate, we arrived to Sabaudia, Italy. A precious small city next to the beach that I’ve been visiting since I was a kid. First thing I noticed when I entered was the grand black piano that will always keep my whole heart locked in it. This time, we weren’t going to stay in Sabaudia, we were going to visit a beautiful walled medieval city in Florence, San Gimignano. The trip was long, not as long as going from Spain to Italy by car in two days, but I enjoyed it. The gastronomy became a huge part of the journey since the moment it started. I got told that in Tuscany, the famous Tuscan bread has no salt, and either because of how interesting trying a new type of food is or because it was delicious, I couldn’t stop during the whole trip taking a moment to eat the bread they served at the restaurants because it was a new thing for me, very different than what I was used to. I fell in love with San Gimignano the second I saw the city. The beautiful medieval architecture and the walls that remain in place made it the most impressive place I’ve ever been to and the closest definition to travelling in time I know. I was never the type of kid who enjoyed medieval movies and still, when I got to sleep at a hotel inside of a medieval city, made me feel like I had been waiting for it my whole life. The small city was crowded and lively. Every step you would make, was a step in history. The shops, the restaurants, the historic church, the Piazza del Duomo or the Palazzo Comunale, the Torture Museum, it is all a gift from the time. I would never forget touching the walls and thinking the thousands of persons that walked inside them before, or that beautiful shop selling lavender in all types of forms that made me regret till this day not getting one. Although it is a small and walled city and I visited all the places that I was able to in those four days, I still have plenty of other spots to discover. When it was my time to say goodbye to San Gimignano, it was difficult to assume that my time there was over. Walking in those old streets, but this time to leave, had me thinking how bad I wanted to come back, when I was still there. I saw the coffee shop where I had my last breakfast and the restaurant where I enjoyed my last Tuscan bread as I was walking by. And with sadness but a strong determination of going back there one day, I crossed the centenary walls that had been keeping me in a medieval movie. Promising myself to come back again when I meet the love of my life, to the beautiful, beautiful San Gimignano.