We drove and drove, up and down, round and round and eventually found a wonderful place to stop on a tiny river somewhere near Caselo de Linugiana in the mountains. We were the only people there and thankfully the Italian owner also spoke French. We bought a lovely bottle of wine from him and befriended his cat who decided to sleep on our bed in the van for a while. Maybe Italy isn’t so bad after all.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins