Well rested and ready to hit the trail again.St. Vincent to Verres – 11 miles and 7 hours including a lengthy lunch break.
The morning was a series of up and down. There’s nothing like a straight up hill to get your blood pumping. The ground was damp from the yesterday’s rain and dew drops glistened in the morning sun. Fall was in the air.We gathered that as small children we all cut our hair (you know that one spot, crooked and close to your head) and we all put our tongue on a frozen pipe or fence. Like minds think alike.
We can learn to see each other and see ourselves in each other and recognize that human beings are more alike than we are unalike.” – Maya Angelou
With the beauty that surrounds us we took the wrong path. Upon finding the correct path Bill said “You know how they say all roads lead to Rome? That’s bullshit.” Darrell quickly followed “Some lead to a castle that you don’t want to go to.”Bill and I purposely walked upon the furrows in the rocks worn down by Roman wagons. I tried to teleport myself back to Ancient times.
There was one small town that gave us the opportunity to have a delicious lunch. Salad, ragú, carbonara, bruschetta and seafood salad.Back to the Via following the River Dora with its intriguing glacial water.We are at the Ostella (hostel) Il Casello tonight.We have private rooms with a shared bath/shower room. It rests right next to the train tracks. The roof shingles blowing in the wind should lull us to sleep tonight.Here’s Roxanne’s post and photos:
The Fab Five are back on The Via to Rome after a lay over to breath in the mountain air at the base of the Matterhorn and to bathe in the spa waters of Saint Vincent.
Once again beautiful pictures of the miles you are trekking… hoping you legs and feet are getting conditioned and that they do not hurt anymore. Sounds like your food is fabulous too.
We are mostly pain free. Chappy‘ amber hurt sometimes on the downhill. Food is great!!!
There is a fountain ( or two ) every town. Enjoy, it will be over when you’ll leave the beautiful Val D’Aosta. Grappa is not water.
Remember to ask after lunch for “caffe’ corretto“. ( the only way V drinks grappa)
In bocca al lupo! Pietro
Bill just had a coretto. Darrell and Chappy had grappa. The fountains are fantastic.
A note from V: a strange mushroom has emerged in your yard… bearing the name of someone running for local office.
Great yoga poses & Love the word play with town names, Keep it up!
Your photos are stunning! Your stamina amazes me!
Mom came home from Reno one afternoon after spending the day with Lola, only to find that Buster had cut off one of my braids!!! Just one!
Joining you right back on the trail. I’m very curious about the green disks(?) about halfway thru your pix,,,,,,,
Hi Astrid. I just looked back at the photos and I think the photo is the one of a rock with moss and lichen on it. Is that the one you are referring to?