The time with Mum and Jon came to an end far too quickly. We had breakfast, checked out, took the bus into town one last time to get Italian lottery tickets (Obscene €115 million jackpot up for grabs) and before long, Bee was loaded up and we were on our way to the airport. We dropped them off mid afternoon and headed straight out of town for the hills. The amount of people, the heat and the expense was getting too much – not to mention the midges and mosquitoes. Grrrrr.
Thankfully we arrived a couple of hours later in a small town called Vicchio on the river with its own swimming pool and a bit of shade to chill out in. We wandered into town for supplies and thanked the fridge profusely for its decision to keep our beer cold for us – the bloody thing has a mind of its own these days.
“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