Harvesting grapes…people are only too pleased to stop for a greeting.
I tell people I am from Washington, DC. If I know them better, I tell them I from Virginia. All respond, “Virginia tobacco.” Remarkably tobacco is also grown here. Taking a break from gathering tobacco, “Edward?” suggested selfies.
The second day of solo walking had its challenge. The final junction had two unlabeled variants and I chose wrong. I over shot my destination. After telephoning the host, he gracious picked me up in his car. Upon arriving at his Agriturismo, he presented me with apples, figs and mellon from his property. Food straight from the garden to the table. Breath taking scenery of a valley and mountains.
Marionette show in piazza; though, Pinocchio was missing.
The Italians are the best part of Italy…gatherings grapes.
The Italians are the best part of Italy. Two local hikers mushroom hunting were met on the way. One carried a walking stick with metals hiking shields from prestigious walks.
Built solid. Built to last. Could I say the same about my home?
Inhabitants of Caprese Michelangelo.
Tonight’s Refugio is in Caprese Michelangelo, the birthplace of Michelangelo. To think I stood in the home of the world’s greatest artist!
There has been a change in plans for the five Brazilians with whom I have shared the way. They have unexpected announce the end of their Cammino. Off they went in search of a bus as I walked alone with one German Pilagrino following. The day was good with the German and I meeting at junctions.
Linda Scandore 