Following in the footsteps of pilgrims on Tuscany’s Via Francigena

Our writer falls under the spell of the Tuscan countryside on an eight-day walking tour with Exodus Travels

  • Sep 30, 2019
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Walking among the rolling hills of Tuscany.
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“At the oak tree where the road forks, turn right past the olive grove and you will see a shed with four red doors. Turn left. Go 100 metres down a hill until you see a stream. Cross the wooden bridge and follow the foot path.”

It’s the first day of my walking holiday through the Tuscan countryside and I am following the Via Francigena (road to France) through a land of endless rolling hills and diamond-shaped fields, armed only with a water bottle, a map, and the sense of fortitude that comes from venturing into the unknown. Fortunately, the walking instructions are so detailed, it is practically impossible to get lost, even for someone as directionally-challenged as myself. 

I pass olive groves and saunter through vineyards, stopping here and there to inspect the grapes and pick purple wildflowers. I peek through the windows of villas with red tiled roofs and listen to the rattling of plates as farmers cook breakfast. Dogs bark, crickets chirp, and, in the distance, I can hear someone revving up a hedge trimmer.

Mostly, though, I and the three other travelers in my group enjoy near-perfect silence as we follow in the tracks of pilgrims who for centuries walked this road on their journey of faith from Canterbury, the ancient holy seat of England, to Rome.

The medieval town of San Gimignano looms above a vineyard.
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Tuscany is one of Italy’s most picturesque and visited regions, famous for its delicious wine and food and incredible artistic legacy. This eight-day tour is both off-the-beaten track and bespoke, organized by Exodus Travels, a company founded in 1974 which offers walking, cycling and cultural holidays. While Exodus sets up the itineraries and hotels and supplies the maps, guests can choose the timing and even adjust the distance of the walks, as well as what to do on off days.

My tour starts and ends in Volterra, a hilltop city founded by the Etruscans with a gate that dates back 2,500 years. The route alternates between forest paths and strade bianche (unsurfaced stone roads) as it passes through a series of stunning medieval hilltop towns, like San Gimignano, flanked by 14 towers built as symbols of status and wealth by noble families.

We are on our own, and yet not; always around the corner is the skilled, British-born Frankie.

While we walk the hills, Frankie, whose real name is Mark Franklin and who also works as a Tour de France bike mechanic, ferries our luggage between towns in his van. Should anything go wrong — an encounter with a venomous snake/wild boar/grumpy fellow walker — he is just a phone call away. This is adventure, minus the hassle, as he puts it.

For long stretches of time, we pass nobody, such as on day two, when we head from the village of Casole d’Elsa to Colle di Val d’Elsa, following the beautiful turquoise Elsa River, which forms part of the old pilgrim trail.

The walk provides an intimate glimpse into the timelessness of Tuscany’s culture and uniformity of style, from the geraniums in the earthenware pots placed on farmers’ window sills to the tidy tomato vines and majestic Cyprus trees that stand like sentries, marking borders, subdivisions and waypoints.

The temperature soars to 34 C, and I am grateful for my water bottle. My initial excitement gives way to a certain crabbiness as the sweat pours down my back and my idealized vision of skipping through sunflower fields yields to the reality of vigorous uphill climbs. I start to wonder when the 10-kilometre stroll will ever end.

As if on cue, we come up out of the river valley to the city road of Colle di Val d’Elsa. Hot but gratified, we walk up a hill to our hotel, located just outside the town: Relais della Rovere, a 12th-century Benedictine Abbey-cum-luxury hotel. It radiates a sense of meditative peace as only the former home of a Pope can (it once housed Cardinal Giuliano della Rovere before he was enthroned as Pope Julius II in 1503). There are remnants of frescoes on the walls, vaulted ceilings, ivy-covered pathways and manicured gardens.

I relax by the pool and take in the mesmerizing stillness of the hills, feeling a kind of tranquility I usually only experience after a long session of hot yoga and meditation. Later that evening, I dine on pasta with wild boar sauce, Caprese salad and a local Chianti in the candlelit courtyard.

Tuscan cuisine — Italy’s most revered — is based on cucina povera, or peasant cuisine, with a focus on natural ingredients, including locally-produced olive oil, salt-cured meats, pecorino (sheep’s cheese), wild mushrooms and fresh vegetables and fruits. Along the walking trails, signs warn us not to pick the porcini mushrooms; they are the property of locals. Shooting wild boar is also just for locals.

Tuscany is renowned for its cuisine; wild boar meat is a local delicacy.
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Part of the appeal of this trip is also its flexibility. When I ask to add on a visit to San Marino, which claims to be the world’s oldest surviving republic dating back to 301 AD, Exodus is happy to organize a driver to ferry me there (a three-and-a-half-hour drive away, it is, alas, too far to walk, even for an Exodus client). I cross the border from Italy into a distinct country of 33,000 people, which has been declared a UNESCO World Heritage site. San Marino boasts its own passport, flag, coins, constitution, bank and even university. I take a funicular up to the old section and walk the ramparts between three old fortresses with a tremendous view of the hills below.

On another off day, Frankie drops me just outside Florence, Tuscany’s capital and a Renaissance art mecca. I approach the city from the south, crossing the famous Ponte Vecchia across the Arno River, peering into tiny shops which, in accordance with a 1595 decree, sell only gold.

With a limited amount of time in Florence, I choose to see Donatello’s incredible bronze statue of a boy-like David in the Bargello Museum, the splendid striped marble Duomo, with its green, white and pink façade, and the Palazzo Pitti, once the seat of the Medici family. I have no time to visit the Uffizi, but touch the snout of the bronze porcellino or pig in the market and hope for the good fortune to make a return visit to this great city, which bustles with tourists exploring the palaces and galleries.

San Marino, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and distinct country with a population of 33,000 and its own passport, flag, coins, constitution, bank and even university.
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Looking out over the Tuscan capital of Florence.
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The final day of the tour is the return walk to Volterra, 18 kilometres in all. Frankie offers to shorten it by four kilometres so we can forgo the big hill at the hike’s beginning. Nobody argues against this plan, though the day is a more bearable 24 C. Frankie drops us in a field and we head downhill on a strade bianche, passing several cyclists headed in the opposite direction, including a teenage girl who has fallen behind and, in tears, calls out for her parents to wait. We pass a crypt that dates back to 400 BC and shamble along for another four kilometres until we arrive at Volterra’s medieval gate.

It has taken us four hours to travel 14 kilometres and we are ravenous. And yet, there is something uplifting about the experience of entering this historic place on foot, as the pilgrims and Roman legions did. I quickly revive at our lovely hotel, Le Fonti, which has a rectangular infinity pool and, of course, spectacular views of rolling hills that give way to sharp peaks. On a clear day, you can see all the way to Corsica.

For me, Tuscany’s magic is found in its hills, away from the tourist throngs that plague Pisa and Siena (although they are both worth a visit, on off days!). To see it on foot, with only the Cyprus trees and silvery olive groves for company, is to be reminded of the permanence of the countryside and understand why these shimmering vistas have inspired artists over the centuries.

Explore a world of vineyards and varietals on Exodus Travels’ Chianti Walking & Wine experience, led by wine aficionado—and Canadian Geographic Travel publisher—Gilles Gagnier, or check out our other exclusive Exodus Quests, with eight exciting departures in 2020!


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