43. A Rolling stone gathers no moss for 4000 kms (July 23)

The terrain rose up and became beautifully hilly. Massive piles of mossy granite boulders pushed up through the oats fields while balancing trees on their heads. These hills are perfectly spaced to allow cyclists to whizz down a steep slope for 10 seconds before starting up the next for 10 minutes. Up and down like […]

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25. Strasbourg. (June 25)

Sunday was a celebration day for us, our precious Elia turned ONE. What a joy it is to have two fabulous grandsons, and a baby on the way! Now that my feet are firmly in socks and sandals on German soil, I can talk about practical issues without embarrassment. The question I am asked the […]

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20. Singing down to the Bodensee. (June 18)

I dropped down from the mountain ice, with the river misting at my side. From Stuben to Bludenz to Nenzing to Feldkirch. My wheels spun fast between the trees, until the land began to plain, and the white stream expanded into a calm turquoise lens. The tunnel panic wasn’t so bad this time, being Sunday […]

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14. Po River flats. (June 10)

I was thrilled to have an egg for breakfast at Pico Hotel. Usually it’s a matter of cornetti with jam and a coffee. Set off a bit late this morning, due to it being Sunday. Lesson 3. Don’t sing with your mouth open when riding a bike. Hum, because insects can get in your lung. […]

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11. Little Red Riding. (June 8)

Once upon a time, Nonna rode her bicycle up a very steep forest road, to visit her Grandchildren on the other side of the mountain. Her basket was full of energy bars and other goodies. The people of the village said there were terrible things in the jungle, and that she should never ever go […]

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