A few hours of walking in the drizzle were exchanged with time spent with an Italian family. Though my room was luxurious, I chose to spend the time with the family in their home relaxing by the fireplace stove. An added bonus was a cooking lesson and the recipe for excellent the tart.
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Meetings along the way. I have met a 7th piligrino.
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.
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.
One of five Brazlian pilagrinos walking with me whose smile is undeniably perfection.
A beauty. A former Camino Albergu hostess.
Preparing a future tour, two Italian guides make time for “Selfies.” Adorable.
Continuing in the “Sacred Forest,” one of the most beautiful forest I’ve walked.
The tune “What Goes Up, Must Come Down” plays over and over in my head for that is how the way is walked.
This is the smallest volcano in Italy. A particular and interesting spectacle but its secret is soon revealed: emissions of gaseous hydrocarbon which in contact with the oxygen from the air remain constantly alight, giving rise to phenomena called “burning fountains”.
Anyone for toasted ing marshmallow over the flame?
With usual form, the most challenging part of the day was finding the beginning of the Cammino in Dovadola. Today’s walk was a good introduction to the coming days best described as climb up…climb down. Though the walk required effort, my feet felt far worse after a day touring the stone streets of Rome.
Linda Scandore 