Going to the bathroom for a coin-operated hot shower, I managed to blow-dry some of my clothes, but really there was no escaping the universal damp of the morning. I folded up my dripping tent and headed off. Since I had to back-track a bit, I got to see my beloved landscape again, and was still just as thankful the second time around.
When I got to the last stretch of road separating me from a hot shower, the skies opened with the largest downpour yet, full of windy gusts and with limited visibility. I laughed and took a little video, seeing that the heavens wanted one last good shot at me before I escaped for the night.
As there was a restaurant downstairs, I didn't leave the building for the rest of the night, choosing instead to hit the sack early. The next day would take me to Montalcino, and I wanted to be ready.
1 comment:
Somehow, the ancient age of the land and civilization, a feeling, are transmitted through modern technology. Good job!
Cheryl
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