This will be our last day of walking – we get a ride to knock of 3.5kmso we have 13.5km ( a bit over 8 miles) to walk today. We start out at the Abbazia di San Eutizio.
We need a break:
This is another town where we don’t see a soul.
This is where our trouble began:
I was so busy looking at the path and dreading the climb uphill that I didn’t notice a vague marker off to my right. So we started heading up this hill. Finally I knew we weren’t on the right path but we did get some nice views.
Fortunately Lynn & I are good friends because we both agreed that if we were with our significant others we would have been fighting at this point and probably a few others before this!
Campi was a larger town where we saw a few people but it was a hot lazy afternoon for the locals. We did get to see a school bus.
We also picked up another dog – we named this one Guisepe.
This was a day of long beautiful views.
Another small town – this is where I got totally confused about how far we had come and how far we still had to go. I kept trying to calculate how far we had to go but was trying to subtract the miles we cut off by getting a ride. Lynn just played along with me- she knew I would figure it out eventually. In my defense – it is frustrating not really having a concept of the distance of 300 meters or 1km and my brain keeps trying to think of ways to say things in Italian and I’m a bit punchy.
Finally we could see our destination: Norcia.
Look – it’s the suburbs.
The old part of Norcia is surrounded by a wall and people actually live in the wall. I thought Americans were into preservation. In Italy we are constantly seeing where someone is renovating or has renovated theseancient dilapidated structures and converted them to living spaces and they will be right next door to something that has no roof and broken windows and looks downright dangerous. Maybe that’s why we never see kids in these towns !
Many of the towns that we walked through all week had public water fountains where you could fill your water bottles and the water is always running.
As we walk into the town of Norcia, I feel like people are giving us strange looks. Maybe it’s our walking sticks, our hats, our hiking boots our Americanism and our exhaustion.
At last we reached our hotel where they asked us whether we wanted to walk to our destination tomorrow and get a ride back or vice versa. We said – “we aren’t walking tomorrow – we are done.” When we got to our room – I looked in the mirror my face was white and my lips had no color – yes we are done!