I’ve always loved the word summering. Making a verb of a specific season feels so 1980s nouveau riche, sort of like peppering your English sentences with some French or Italian phrases to seem more cultured. It feels like the kind of thing that you can’t really do at home. You can’t summer just anywhere. You have to go somewhere fabulous to do it. And Tuscany is perfect for summering.
Summers in Tuscany are elegant and laid-back. They’re wine and pasta. They’re narrow alleys in small villages and rolling hills covered in vines. Green more than you could ever imagine. Small trattorias with amazingly fresh and tasty dishes, old castles and sunsets and maybe some more wine. The smell of lavender in the evening air and the heat of the sun on your cheeks. Summers in Tuscany are fantastic.