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.
aww Inca misses you Im sure x
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