Cara Mia, Oh My!!!: Why does my travel always involve food??

I notice food is an important part of my journeys.
On Monday night we had a local woman visit our villa in Tuscany (Bobbi, I just love saying that!) and she prepared a "typical" family meal.
Connie made the pasta, cooked the ragu, (yes, it was a real sauce, not the Ragu you buy in a jar, ) had a tray of anti pasta, a main dish, plus desert. And we got to watch her do all of that in the kitchen of the villa we rented in Tuscany for two weeks. (for those of you who missed it the first time).
So: Sunday, Kathy cooks; Monday Connie cooks. Tuesday was San Gimignano day and we ate leftovers, but they were good leftovers.
San G (Julia calls it Saint Jimmy Johns) is a walled city that at one time had 76 or so towers. One guide book said the towers belonged to warring families in the village, who built them for offensive/defensive measures. Kind of a guy thing I think: My tower is bigger than yours, maybe.
Anyway, after three visits of the plague, by the 1300s the town was not as popular a place to live. Or visit. And the towers started coming down.
One tour guide I eavesdropped on said they were not destroyed, but reused to make new buildings.
It is a walled city, and there are four portals into town. It is a tourist mecca with lots of leather shops, wine shops, and gelato shops.
Friend John and Brother Carl were munching on some gelato and I joined them, buying one scoop of vanilla cream and one of lemon. The lemon was tart and zesty, the vanilla rich and counteracted the taste of the lemon. It was quite good. The shop is a world famous shop, and has won national awards for its gelato. Like Ollie's in Sycamore, there was a line. But it moved quickly and everyone seemed to be enjoying whatever they bought.
We rented two cars that seat 5 each. Six of us went today, so we had to take two cars. Two cars, two drivers, one Garmin, one Tom Tom, one goal: Meet at the torture museum in the town of San G.
Garmins and Tom Toms may take you in different routes, causing some time difference. Plus, there happen to be three (3!!) torture museums in the town. Why three torture museums are needed to tell us that people in power tend to act really mean to those without power, I don't know. But there were three.
One group was late, but we eventually all gathered and toured the town, buying things we don't really need. That is except for me, I bought something that touched me as soon as I saw it.
Anyway, here are some pictures to give you an idea of where we have gone, and what we have seen.