I know you guys don’t want any rainbows and puppy dog posts… and believe me, there aren’t any out here.
I checked the local weather before I ventured out today. No rain. Yippee. Opened the door and it’s pissing down.Out came my jacket and off I went. Today was going to be a 65km day. Get on it Trumper.
Fast forward 2 hours and off comes the jacket. Just in time to use it like a matador to some vicious dog that decided to attack. Bastard took a bite out of my Montane! Better off than a bite out of me. These European dogs are angry! Scared the crap out of me but pretty happy with how angry and aggressive I can sound.😳 I’m now carrying a stick.
Between the dogs and some of the roads the trail puts me on this is no “safe and fun” trip. Words that best belong on a box of condoms.
There was a fair amount of mud today, there were also three river/creek crossings to wash my shoes, socks and legs.
With no guide book to follow now, I’m not prepared for the water crossings which can sometimes be a good thing. I just need to stop with the expletives each time I get so pleasantly surprised.
So, I’m 49 Kms into my day and I come across a house with a pilgrim on its letterbox. Before I know it, the owner comes over and asks if I need anything. Would I like a coffee? Hell yeah!
His name is Massimo. A teacher of Italian, History and Geography to Middle school kids… and great at coffee. So warm and hospitable. The Italians really are a friendly bunch.
I got back on the trail to get to Fidenza to find Frati Minori Cappuccini. What a disaster. Where the hell was Via San Francesco??? I must have looked like something out of the Amazing Race. I was stopping cars to ask directions and holding up traffic, hoping that they didn’t close their doors to Pilgrims by 5 pm. Fidenza isn’t a tiny town… I worked that one out today. I finally found it, buzzed the big fella and nothing. Nothing. After about 5 mins I look up at the sign written in 5 languages and see some English. Pilgrims will only be accepted between 6:30 and 7 pm. So much for rushing. So with backpack still embedded into my back, off I go to find some food.
Fast forward a few hours and I’m showered, fed and ready for bed.