A whirlwhind day of touring, wrapping up in Pisa with a visit to the famed leaning tower. Lots of tourists; more entertaining to watch their goofy antics during photo shoots.
Wonderful Reverend Andre volunteered to watch my bike as I snuck into the cathedral. "I'm a priest," he said, "You can trust me."
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| Rev. Andre |
Rev. Andre was from Brazil. I asked him what my chances were of tucking myself into the Vatican for a night. I told him I had a heavy donation to Alzheimer's riding on it. He laughed. I actually don't think he understood, but it's still on my bucket list.
Secured a campsite for the night. Set up my apartment next to Jochen and his wife from Munich. He introduced me to his neighbor, Katia.
"Do you all have a fridge I can put this in?" I asked, holding up a pair of 16-oz. Birre Moretti Maltis. Katia not only had a cooler, it was a primo cooler.... Think a little red Igloo jobbie on wheels. What luck! She opened the industrial latch and a cloud of frigid coolness escaped.
Katia had thick German arms and meaty fingers. "Hold the dog," she said, as we swapped our treasures. I spied several quarter barrels. Katia knew how to travel, and my luck on the road continued.
Katia had thick German arms and meaty fingers. "Hold the dog," she said, as we swapped our treasures. I spied several quarter barrels. Katia knew how to travel, and my luck on the road continued.
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