Well – the day I came here for has arrived! Starting with bright sunshine and birdies chirping. Had a nice hot shower, did yoga, had breakfast on the terrace. Walked up to where Colin parked his campervan yesterday and got ready for the race. Saw several local cycling clubs ride by, a lot of individual cyclists, as well as a couple of actual racers still practising the route, including Quintana.

Lots of campers and other fans had arrived since yesterday – they were lined up and down the road, with flags and everything. Someone had marked things on the road – WW/108 for Walter Weylandt, who died in the 2011 Giro. Also Scarponi with a heart, for Michele Scarponi who was killed in a crash with a van while training for the Giro a couple of weeks ago.

Festivities started with about a hundred police motos with blue lights flashing, then all of the sponsors vehicles – going at an incredibly fast speed – no treats or freebies from them.

The first racer left Foligno at 12:45 – went past us at about 1:05. It was very sunny, but windy, so not too hot. I’m trying to stay out of the direct sun so my heat-rash (or whatever it is) doesn’t get any worse.

Took lots of pic’s – almost every rider that went by. Each racer is preceeded by a police moto with lights flashing, and followed by a team car and possibly camera moto. Lots of blurred/over exposed/under exposed pic’s, but some ok ones.

(The above is an action shot –  purposely a bit blurred)

Lots of folks congregated and walked past – to and from the church where they were selling coffee and gelatos, etc. Met some nice folks, including a family from Victoria that is in month 11 of a year-long trip – John and his son are on the right in the pic below, and that’s his son again sitting on the hill.

Watched Nibali go by, then the last few, including Dumoulin, who went on to win the ITT by quite a large margin.

Quintana in the pink was, of course, the last to pass us – watched the rest of the race on Colin’s satellite tv.  Headed back to the campsite around 5:45, then met Colin on the terrace to go over our pic’s. Had a bit to eat, heading to bed early.

Got up nice and early so I’d be ready to hit the road with Colin to stake out our spot. Was just finishing breakfast when he and his dogs came up to the bar/store/terrace. Headed past the spot we’d kind of decided on, then went down into Bevagna to pick up some more veggies and prosciutto.

Bevagna from our race-watching site

Back at the site we’d picked there were a couple of dogs on the property across the road, and boy did they like to bark.  Colin moved the van 100 meters or so, which was actually better. We’re just past the top of a small climb, and if we walk just a few meters can see down the hill and to a bend in the road – lots of time to setup shots. It’s right near the ’22 km to go’ marker, not far from the church ‘Madonna delle Grazie’ that I pushed my bike and gear past the day I arrived.

Sat on lawnchairs and ate lunch while dozens and dozens of riders went by. To begin with they were all amateurs, and then the folks that were staying at the campsite. Not sure why I thought they were from Chile, since 6 of the ‘scooter’ riders are Czech, and one is a Fin, but they’re riding the full Giro route a day ahead of the real race, and raising money for a children’s charity.

After a while the real race team cars and riders started coming by and I got some really good shots. The time trial bikes are very different, and with the ‘solid’ back wheel you can hear them coming a mile away – kind of like a very strong wind-whoosing sound.

Montefalco – end of ITT

After about 1:00 it seemed that no more racers would be coming by so I figured it was time to head back to the campground – a 20-25 minute walk.  Many of the roads are decked out in pink.

 

Turnoff to Pian di Boccio, right after Chiesa Madonna delle Grazie.
I got back just in time – it was already thundering and dark clouds had been rolling in. Right after I put my stuff in my tent it started to pour, and the thunder seems almost on top of us. Luckily my tent is now under a shelter, so I’m not getting wet at all.

The storm lasted about 30-40 minutes, and parts of the sky are now getting brighter. Hopefully the weather will be ok for the ITT tomorrow.

The sunburn I got the other day while riding to Bevagna and back (mostly lower arms) has developed into a rash or something – almost looks like hives, or many small insect bites. Doesn’t hurt or itch (much) but looks like I have a disease. Hope it goes away soon.

Ate my dinner at a table outside the bar- face-timed Dom and the babies. Lots of camper-vans checking in – probably to watch the Giro tomorrow. Had a really nice, long conversation with Jan, the Danish fellow Colin and I chatted with after dinner on Saturday, and his girlfriend. Turns out he was in Israel around the same time I was, although he’s about 5 years younger than me. He was on a kibbutz south of Haifa for awhile while I as on the Lebanese/Syrian border.
They were going in to the restaurant for dinner, and I’m heading to bed early so I can leave asap in the a.m. for my viewing spot with Colin. Apparently the church that we are very near will be having food/refreshments during the day while the race is on, and we may see Jan and others from the campground there.

Another beautiful morning in my Umbrian paradise. Had a nice shower – lost a token in the first one I tried, but luckily I had enough time with my one remaining token to wash my hair and get properly rinsed before the hot water ran out on me.

Noticed that there are actually a lot more Chileans here than I thought – there are at least 8 or 9 more tents on another level below the others that I didn’t see last night in the dark. They even have a couple of massage tables setup under a canopy, and one of the vans is black with a big pink map of Italy on the side.

Tested out my solar panel to charge the ipad – seems to work ok but is slower than the electric plug-ins, and a couple of times when I checked the progress it said ‘not charging’ even though the panel was in full sun and still attached to the ipad.  Took a walk around the area below my tent – this place is huge!  If it was full there’d be hundreds of vans and tents.

Went up to Colin’s van for lunch, then watched the end of the Blockhause stage on his satellite tv. Made a major decision change for tomorrow. Instead of going to Foligno for the day we’re going to go to Bevagna to get some more fresh veggies and other food, then stake out our spot for Tuesday’s race. Most of the riders will be out on some part of the course on Monday anyway and we’ll likely see more of them on the road than in the town.

Said goodbye to Roland and Nell in case I don’t see them in the morning – such a nice couple and hope we keep in touch.  They’re headng east to the Adriatic coast, then eventually up to Salsburg.  Hope they have a wonderful trip,

Looks like a beautiful day – sun shining bright at 6:30. Did some laundry, made some tea (loving my cookstove!), had a quick bite to eat, picked up my fresh warm bread from the store – the usual. Headed out with Colin to scout out the ITT route, and so he could pick a spot to park his camper-van Monday night to be ready for the tour to pass.

Road at Madonna della Grazie that the ITT comes up

Ended up in Bevagna where we walked around a bit, stopped for cappuccino (for Colin) and tea (for me) and water (for his little dogs – a hit with the waitress).

Saw a small painting exhibit – all featuring females and bicycles. Picked up some prosciutto from the same shop I’d been in yesterday, and more fresh veggies from the other shop I hit yesterday.

Headed next to Todi, about 40 km (?) and a valley or two over from this one. I’d seen it on one of the Italian cooking/travel shows I watched so much and didn’t think I was going to make it there. Very narrow, rough roads, but made it ok – trying to cycle there would have been a bad decision, but in Colin’s van it was a different story. Todi’s a small town on a hilltop, surrounded by walls.

One of the roads up is so steep trucks and campers aren’t allowed, so took the longer, less steep road. Ended up parking on the side of a road and having a picnic lunch of the food I’d bot in Bevagna, as well as some bread and delicious sheep cheese that Colin had. Climbed on foot to the actual old town, and walked around a bit. If I didn’t live there, and had maybe a glass (or two) of wine I’d be totally lost in all the narrow, winding streets/alleys. Colin had another cappuccino, then we headed back towards ‘home’.

Veared off to the road to Montefalco, where the ITT ends on Tuesday – it’s all decked out with pink flags and displays everywhere – I bet it’s going to be really festive on Tuesday. Couldn’t find a place to park the van, so took a road back down the hill. Ended up taking the ‘scenic’ route back, via Foligno, but was a great drive. I got to see almost this whole valley, plus Todi – a very worthwhile trip.

Had a really nice dinner with Roland, Nell and Colin – good food, good company, good conversation, plus my pork steak was excellent.  Sat on the terrace a bit and finished a glass of wine with Colin – late night, but very enjoyable.

More folks arriving to partake of the Giro – I believe they’re from Chili, and there’s 3 or 4 camper vans and a big tent.  Saw some bikes – maybe I’ll meet them tomorrow.

Woke up super early but didn’t actually get up until after 6. Had a nice hot shower (only used 1 token this time), did some laundry, did some yoga, picked up my fresh bread and some hot tea from the store.

Decided to ride into Bevagna to try to find a proper fuel canister for my stove, and get some more food. Took a bit of a tumble from my bike as I was leaving – couldn’t get my shoe out of the pedal clamp quickly enough when I was stopping just outside the office and fell on my left side. Luckily nothing damaged or hurt, except my ego – there were several people having coffee at a table, and Luisa came running to see if I was ok.

After going up and then down on the little road that connects the campsite to the ‘main’ road’ (the one that the Giro will be on) it was all downhill into the town.

Followed directions they gave me at the campground and found the store they said might be able to help with my fuel canister. Kind of a cross between a hardware store and a home/garden store. Found the canisters myself in a matter of minutes – the clerk didn’t speak English but I had brought my stove with me and she knew exactly what I meant and needed. She opened up the cover and we tried it on – perfect!

Next I rode into the actual town – it’s surrounded by a wall and has big stone gates and is totally beautiful.

Rode around slowly and found a bank machine – luckily there was an option for ‘different language’ (about five of them) or I wouldn’t have know which buttons to push to w/d cash. Next found a cheese/cured meat/wine store and pointed to a block of cheese. Again, the nice lady didn’t speak English, but when I asked ‘is it really strong’ she replied ‘dolce’, which I know means sweet (I figured it must also mean mild or something). Indicated with a gesture how much I wanted, then pointed to some cured meat – not prosciutto, but something ready to eat. She sliced it up for me, then wrapped it in layers of paper like it was the most precious gift.

Just a few doors down I found a fruit/veggie shop. Bot the first fresh produce in days – carrots, cherry tomatoes, salad mix, mushroom – I was actually shocked when he told me how much it was – I had to look at the cash register receipt – only 1.53 euros (about $2.25)!

Rode back to Pian di Boccio – the ride to the turnoff was all uphill, but fairly gradual – I actually made it up the whole way riding, and only stopped to take a couple pics and try to get my odometer working. Finally got the magnet on the spoke to face the receiver on the frame properly and it seems to be working – must have shifted position in transit on the plane because it hasn’t worked since I got here.

Ate an excellent fresh lunch at a table outside the bar – had a nice visit with Roland and Nell. They’re not leaving now until Monday, and the special dinner that the campground is putting on is tomorrow, not tonight.

Just near the showers/menagerie I met a gentleman walking his two little dogs. We started talking about the baby goat, etc, and it turns out he’s from England, although now lives in France. His name is Colin and he’s here for the same reason I am! He’s a former serious amateur cyclist, and travels around in his camper van watching many races and taking photos. He’s been ‘behind the scenes’ and is experienced in the before and after portions of races, as well as how to pick the best spot to watch/photograph from. Monday is the first rest day of the Giro and all of the teams will be spending it in Foligno getting ready for Tuesday’s time trial. Colin has invited me to go with him in his van and experience the atmosphere – it’s going to be great! We can scout out locations on the way back, and be able to watch the ITT from the perfect place. Took some food to his place and had a picnic and watched Giro highlights on his TV.

Got a bit of a later start today – almost 7 before I rose. Not as sunny as yesterday, but doesn’t look like rain. Tried making my own hot water for some herbal tea before the store opens, but couldn’t get the stove to work with the fuel canister I bought the other day. I tested the stove at home before I left but wasn’t allowed to bring the canister with me on the plane – something must be different, although the folks at MEC assured me it would work in Europe. Waited until after 8:30, then picked up my bread for the day – still warm from the oven.

After breakfast decided to tear down my tent, clean off all the mud from the first day’s rain and move to a flatter area – tired of slipping to the right and towards the bottom of the tent. When I brought the fuel canister and my little stove to the store Luisa’s sister-in-law was there – figured out that my stove needs a ‘screw on’ hookup while the canisters here are ‘click on’. Will have to ride into Bevagna and go to the ‘agrismo'(?) store and see if they can help me. Told them I was going to move my tent to a flatter area, then started scouting out potential sites. Hardly anyone here, but most of the ground is on a bit of a slant. OK for the motorhomes, but not so good for the tent.

Hung the clean ground covers on a line, as well as my sleeping bag and silk liner to air out. Didn’t have to disassemble the tent as it’s so light I can carry it in one piece with one hand. Was just trying to decide which spot to move to when grandpa came over and indicated he knew where a good site was. Led me to a really nice covered area, private and with room for both tent and yoga mat. Introduced myself to him (in Italian!) and found out his name is Vincenzo.

View through my tent

Got all setup (not that hard) and did yoga under the oak trees (at least I think they’re oaks). First time since Monday, and can I ever feel it. Sitting cross-legged for hours at a time might be ok for Buddhist monks, but I’m not into it.

It got a bit cloudy and windy – decided to go into Bevagna tomorrow and just hang around camp today. Roland and Nell are leaving on Saturday, and have invited me to have dinner with them tomorrow evening. I think I’ll move to their spot when they leave, as it seems that my new, private area doesn’t get internet access.

Went for a short walk and up to the seating area outside the bar/store where there is internet. It’s nice and quiet here – right near a road, but hardy any traffic.

Pretty tired, but went for a short bike ride – it’s sure hilly around here. The grades on the road that the campground is on are frequently 15% – going down is great, but riding back up is not. Still threatening to storm, but no rain yet. At least my new tent space is covered so everything won’t be getting wet and muddy if it does rain.

Got up really early – 6:00 to filtered sunlight and roosters crowing. Had a quick bite to eat, then decided to go for a ride and check out the road that the Giro’s going to be on. The folks here, of course, know all about it – they have notices up in 3 or 4 languages about the road closures on the 16th, so they have advised me exactly where to go. The ride was awesome – sun full and bright, mist still lifting in places – so beautiful.

Pian di Boccio – my campground

The ride wasn’t that hard – only had to push the bike a couple of times, because when I stop going up a hill to take a pic it’s really hard to get going again – at least without all my gear it wasn’t that difficult to push.

 

 

It’s not that far – only took me about 20-25 minutes to get there, but I stopped several times and don’t ride that fast anyway. Gorgeous orchards, vineyards and villas everywhere – I love it here!

Found the road that the race will be on – I’ll come back again to pick the perfect spot.

Headed back to the campground to get some hot tea and more food from their store. They’re so nice – they even power up my ipad almost every day, since it runs out so quickly. Downloading pics from the camera to the ipad is really quick and easy, but getting them onto the blog is another thing altogether.

Passed a cute shrine on the way back that I hadn’t noticed – not sure what it’s for…

Had a nice shower, then went for a walk to the ‘lake’. Passed some beaver statues – wasn’t sure was that was about, but as I progressed and saw a boar, some turkeys, deer, even a wolf and bear, I realized it’s part of a target-practice thing. Each little display is in it’s own area around the lake. I must admit that when I first saw the wolf I almost jumped, but the deer nestled on the lake’s edge wasn’t alarmed so I wasn’t either.

 

Lots of frogs on the shore – you can hear them croaking up a storm long before you get to the lake, but I couldn’t get close enough to get a pic – they heard me coming and splash-splash-splash into the water they went.

I realized that my larger, attached keyboard wasn’t working anymore, so got onto the ‘geek squad’ from Best Buy and online chatted with a fellow that helped solve the problem. I didn’t actually know that the keyboard has it’s own power input as I’d never run out before. Took it to the campgound’s office and Luisa kindly plugged it in and powered it back up for me. It’s so amazing to me that even from Italy I can contact someone 24 hrs a day to get help – it was around 3:00 am Kelowna time and I still got assistance when I needed it.

Took a short nap in the sun, right inside my tent. Woke up refreshed and face-timed Dom. Going to bed early.

Didn’t sleep too bad, considering everything around me was soaked and it thundered and lightninged for hours. Perhaps the thunder woke up the frogs and the dogs – there was a chorus of frog croaking and then a dog howling competition – but I didn’t mind – I was snug and warm in my tent.

Woke up early – roosters, peacocks and other various birds crowing and chirping – discovered they have a bit of a menagerie here.

It took a while for the mist to clear, but when it did it was lovely to see the sun. Thunder clouds threatened but seem to have gone around us, we never got rain (at least not yet). Strung a line and hung all my wet clothes to dry.

Went for a walk around the campground – it’s pretty big, including olive orchards and large garden.  Oh yes – when I arrived yesterday they gave me a small bottle of their own olive oil – they don’t label it organic but they don’t use pesticides or anything so it probably is organic – can’t wait to try it.

Went to their ‘store’ and picked up the bread I ordered yesterday – multi/whole grain, and baked fresh every morning. – kind of like a small sub rather than a ‘loaf’. Also got a fuel canister for my camp stove so I can make my own tea in the morning, as well as a can of tuna and some niblets corn (no fresh garden produce yet, but in the summer it would be plentiful). Sat in the sun outside the bar and ate lunch, then went searching for my bike odometer/clock/mutli-function device that I couldn’t find anywhere – it must have slipped off the handlebar when I was pushing it yesterday. Walked a mile or so down the horrible hill I climbed yesterday to no avail, then actually found it right in front of the entrance gate to the campground. I swear I searched that very area several times already, but at least I found it. Even after being on the ground in the rain all night it still works!

Checked out the route for the Giro stage that I’m here to see – it’s only a few km from my campground – as I hoped it would be, and that’s why I picked this place to stay. I’ll likely ride down to the main road tomorrow to check it out and plan where I’m going to park myself so I can get the best photos.

Did a good clean-out of my tent, including drying the floor under the second ‘ground cover’ that was supposed to be for under my yoga mat outside but because the inside of the tent got wet yesterday when I was setting it up I put it under all my stuff for the night.

Met the folks in the small motor-home that I pitched my tent next to – Roland and Nell from Holland. Went for another walk and took some more pic’s, but cut it short as the storm clouds seemed to be coming back.

Got to my tent just in time to grab everything off the line right before the storm hit again. More thunder, more lightning, more rain – but that’s ok – nothing got soaked this time. I’m so glad I got a 2-person tent since me and all my stuff (except the bike, of course) fit in the tent so nothing is left out in the rain.

Had a nice after-dinner glass of wine with Roland and Nell (well, Nell didn’t drink any wine as she is on medication for a cold) – they seen like a very sweet couple and have travelled extensively around Europe in their motorhome. I hope to see them again as I believe they will be here for at least a couple more days. Since we are now the only campers on the site it’s very nice to have good company.

Rain seems to have stopped – again. Almost full moon – very lovely night.

Had a much better sleep than last night – at least when I woke up from time to time I couldn’t hear any neighbours. Got up early, did yoga and went for breakfast – really good spread and ate a lot.

Discovered that the towel rack in the bathroom was heated so did some laundry in the bathroom sink, hoping it would dry before I checked out at 10:30. Should have done it last night but was so tired I never even thought about it.

The really nice front desk guy (Anil – from India) helped me lug the bike box from where he’d stashed it yesterday out into the courtyard where I proceeded to try to assemble it. Worked on it for an hour, then cleaned out my room and checked out, although Anil said I could stay working on the bike as long as it took, or check in for another night if I wanted. Took me almost 4 hours to reassemble everything – the bike shop had done some really funky stuff to make the fenders and pannier racks fit around the disk brakes, but I think I finally figured it out – guess I’ll see if the brakes fail or the front wheel falls off when I’m riding.

Left Foligno for Bevagna around 1:30, then on to Pian di Boccio around – not a long ride to Bevagna, but very narrow road with no bike lane and the roads are terrible – full of pot holes and other bike hazards. And the cars whiz by without much room to spare. Shortly after Bevagna the road to the campground turns off, and it seems I took the hard way there. Signage isn’t that great and I didn’t read the posting right. The route I took did get me where I was going, but several times I wasn’t sure I was going to actually make it – such steep hills. Pushing the bike was considerably better than dragging it in a box while carrying my camera, two panniers and my camping gear, but after awhile I thought I was going to have to stop and pitch my tent in the woods, but it was so hilly there wasn’t a flat spot to be found.  Tried twice to flag down passing cars, but they didn’t seem interested in helping.

Finally found the campground, and, of course, just after I checked in and was about to setup my tent it started raining. I got the ground cover down with the tent on top and managed to get the poles together (luckily they are kind of all in one piece with elastic or something between them and almost snap themselves together) when it really started pouring. By the time I got all my gear inside and pegged the corners down I was soaked to the skin.

Most of my clothes are wet now – the ones I washed at the hotel, plus the ones I was wearing setting up the tent – oh well, at least I have a cozy black blankie and sleeping bag and my tent is large enough to sit up in without having to duck or crouch.

Face-timed Dom – god, this is so different than the last time I travelled in Europe! Sly-guy was there and again recognized my voice – he purred so loud I could hear it. Also, the thunder from the storm going on around me was so loud Dom could hear it.

Went to the check-in desk again and the very nice lady (Luisa) opened up the bar/store for me and made some hot water for tea and I got a bottle of wine. Back in my tent drinking cups of hot tea alternated with cups of red wine. Playing Italian songs on the ipad and doing Kakuro puzzles. Might play some solitare later – how exciting!

At least I’m here, and I got my bike and put it together – feels like I accomplished something. And tomorrow (or the next day) will be sunny and I’ll ride around the area a bit and explore. Actually reminds me a lot of the Okanagan – very beautiful, wide valley between hills/mountains, with lots or orchards (olives rather than apples) and I can’t wait to see more!

Folks next door hadn’t slowed down at all – did a bit of yoga, packed up and left for my free breakfast – moaners still going strong. Walked back to the hotel I’d checked in at, ate a bit and waited for the hotel’s shuttle bus to take me back to the airport to collect my bike.

Checked first at the ‘lost luggage’ area outside the arrivals gates (different from the one yesterday) – was told the plane was just landing and come back in 1/2 hr. In the meantime tried to find the safe-bag guy again but couldn’t locate him. Very confused I finally found an info lady that figured out, again by looking at the map I googled, that the bag place was inside the departure area and I couldn’t get access. The only reason I’d gotten to him yesterday was because I’d been with an airport staffer that just marched me right in. Oh well – thought I’d be putting the bike back together on the sidewalk. Finally got to go in past the lost luggage police (well, they seemed a bit like cops) – my riding shoes set of their beeper and I had to remove them again (happened in Kelowna too) for inspection. At last was led back to the over-size luggage pick-up and there was my bike! Upside down, with huge green arrows saying ‘this way up’ pointing to the ground, but at least it was there. Got the bike, along with the bags I’d been ferrying around on a baggage cart and headed for the train ticket place. The guys in the airport office didn’t know about whether or not the bike should be kept in the box, or assembled, so they sent me across the airport road to the actual train station. The clerk there said ‘oh, no, if it’s not in a box you can’t take it on any trains’ – was very glad I hadn’t been able to get to the safe-bag place or done it myself on the sidewalk!

Bot tickets from the airport to Rome, then from Rome to Foligno – finally feel like I’m on my way. Ride into Rome didn’t take long, and had a 2-hour wait for the train on to Foligno. Now, with no baggage carts like the airport had, I’m dragging the bike box along (all 64 pounds of it) as well as my camera, two large panniers, and my camping gear bag – not easy even after all the weight lifting I did. Again had varying degrees of success getting info from the train employees, but eventually found the right gate to access the line my train should be on. A guy from Luxembourg verified I’d found the right place, and when the track number was finally posted helped me carry/drag the bike, etc onto the train.

The ride to Foligno was just under 2 hours long, but shortly after we left Rome the ticket-taker came by and gave me a horrible surprise. Apparently you’re supposed to get your ticket verified by sticking it in machine and getting a ‘stamp’ of some kind on it. No one at any point had bothered to tell me that, and the ticket-taker on the first train didn’t have a problem with it. Italian trains must make a fortune on this, because the ticket itself was only 9.95 euros, and the fine for not getting my ticket verified was 50 euros! I was back to almost crying again, but she wasn’t compassionate at all – pay or else! I almost felt like turning around and going home, but then figured that at least the next couple of days couldn’t be any worse so tried to cheer up.

Rody (from Lux) is going to email me some of his pic’s – he’s a photographer and was going a couple of stops further than me. He was very nice to talk with the whole time. A couple of black guys that got on 2 stops before I got off were also going to Foligno so they very kindly helped with with my bike box – carried it down stairs, under the tracks to the other side, then back up into the station and out to the sidewalk. It looked like it was getting very stormy so I nixed the idea of assembling my bike on the sidewalk and dragged it and all my bags across the street into a hotel I’d read about online before I left home. This one is much nicer than the one near the airport, and the fellow at the desk said I could assemble the bike in their courtyard after breakfast tomorrow.

Still exhausted, I decided that I should go for a walk and get something to eat or I’d fall asleep by 4:00. Walked into the town centre – not far at all, and the town is great since no cars are allowed in the centre. Some sort of celebration was going on, but I don’t think it had to do with the Giro. Foods stalls, etc – first one I noticed was ‘try something from Scotland’ which struck me as kind of funny, being in Italy and all.

Never bought anything there, but came across a Turkish felafel place. Had fun talking to the guy there – he used to be a taxi driver in Istanbul and I told him some of the places I’d been on my back-packing trip. Got a huge donair that I’ll save some of for lunch tomorrow.

Came back to the hotel and face-timed Dom – kitties still don’t understand where my voice is coming from when he shows them the phone, but they sure do recognize my voice. Sly is sleeping on the bed where my feet would be if I was there – just like he always did.

Had a nice hot bath and getting to bed early – well, at least before 9. I trust my current neighbours will be less disruptive than the last ones!