Little Tuscan Beach Towns.

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I was flooded with a strong, vivid sense of familiarity and deja vu.



We were on a beach about an hour and a half away from Florence and I couldn't, for the life of me, shake off the feeling that this place looked exactly like home.

Not my home in the States, but my home in India.

See, my ancestry is deeply rooted in Goa; a state in India that is known for it's beaches and 'siesta' lifestyle. Of course I'd spent most of my life in Bombay, but even the promenade of this little Tuscan beach was similar to the one I frequently went to there.

Man, was I dizzy with deja vu.

The little town called Viareggio is a beach town in the province of Lucca which, like I mentioned, is not too far from Florence. Despite the fact that we were making a trip to the Amalfi coast, I really wanted to visit one of the Tuscan beaches, and since Viareggio was so close, we decided to do it on the weekend we went to Pisa.

And of course, as I'd come to expect from little towns in Italy, Viareggio was breathtaking. It's the kind of town where sitting on the promenade, and chugging margaritas or hogging gelato while basking in the sun and sand takes up your entire day...which, in fact, it did. We were on the beach all day.

But no, we didn't chug margaritas, because to our knowledge, alcohol wasn't allowed on the beach.

Hey, we're rule abiding citizens okay!

In all honesty, I've already made up my mind that I'm going to move to Viareggio. 


After I win a million dollars, that is.




P.S: Viareggio isn't the only beach town in Tuscany. There's a whole bunch, which I'm positive are just as equally breathtaking.
Here's a list of a few: http://unseentuscany.com/sea-coast/best-beaches/

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