Perhaps my greatest achievment this trip was the 2 hour conversation in Italian that I had this afternoon while sitting in the shade after lunch. The couple were staying at our hotel and sat down near me and we got to chatting. They were retired, she being 79 and he 81, and great grand parents. We taled about Bush, soccer, Formula 1, the italian premier, oir lives and familes. They had both worked for Agip, the gas company here.
It's a great accomplishment because truth be told my fluency in Italian is lousy, and clumsy, despite all my years of living here as a kid and all my trips here since.
How to spot an Italian cyclist: they always wear a full "kit", meaning that the top and the bottom match, and are from some team. They rarely wear helmets and all ride fast.
The streets are narrow here and the traffic can be heavy on the main roads, but the drivers here respect us and while they get close they will not hit us and will politely honk if they realise we don't know they are there.
Everyone says don't the water in Italy. I drink it. I drank it as a kid and I can drink it now. I go through through far to much in a day to buy the stuff.
I didn't use to drink it when I first started coming her to bike, but it seems the best thing to do.
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