Walking Through Tuscany

<h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>You don't need to walk across Italy to find meaning. But it sure doesn't hurt.</strong></h4><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What started as a long-distance walk along the Via Francigena-an ancient pilgrim route-quickly turned into something messier slower and more human. Over 200 miles we crossed mountains got lost in vineyards dodged thunderstorms talked to strangers who became friends and ate whatever the local bar was serving. We packed light carried too much and learned that walking changes how you see a place-and yourself.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This isn't a guidebook. It's a story. One of small towns broken sandals golden hour photos and all the weird quiet beautiful things that only happen when you stop rushing.</span></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We thought we were just walking through Tuscany. We had no idea where it would actually lead.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We started this journey with cameras in hand. But somewhere between the hill towns and the blisters the story took over. We kept walking kept shooting and kept scribbling notes at breakfast and bedtime not knowing we were writing a book until we couldn't not write it.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This isn't the glossy version of Tuscany. It's real hills real weather real people-and the kind of travel that changes you without asking permission.</span></p><p></p>