A short walk in Northern Italy. A short drive in Northern Italy. A short bicycle ride in Northern Italy
28.03.2016 - 28.03.2016 13 °C
Northern Italy is mostly straight up and down. Mostly up. There are two widths to the streets-narrow and narrower and walking them requires attention and good hearing. Yesterday I walked probably 10 kilometres to look at a defensive castle built in the 1600's and then eat a plate of Caprese washed down with a Vino Rossi from a bottle with no label. Observing that said bottle was covered with dust one of two reactions might occur after drinking-heaven or hell. As with all Italian wines tasted to date, it was the Pearly Gates.
Today I had my first drive on the wrong side of the road. I thought I did very well; my companions think differently. Apparently I have a tendency to get to close to the right hand edge of the road which, up here, can be disastrous if the inside running is a rocky hillside. It doesn't get any better when the lanes narrow to a small car's width and you literally have millimetres to the surrounding houses to pass through. I completed the task modestly successfully and took The Good Wife for coffee and Torte to calm the nerves.
The driving adventure quickly slipped into a memory as we undertook a bicycle ride along the miles of bikeways/walkways that run along the Adda River. Most of the time was spent looking for a non-materialising winery (any winery), with several misadventures at Ostrich farms and other establishments falsely representing themselves as wineries. After a few kilometres the bicycling novelty wore off and TGW was heard to enquire how serious bicyclists dealt with the sore arse issue.
After the ride we consoled ourselves at what turned out to be an Italian burger joint called "Black and White" in English and for no apparent reason. There we ordered food and wine quite successfully but as usual the Italian waiters struggled with the concept of "tap water". Obviously "aqua riberetto" is for washing the dishes with but one does not order other than stilled or sparkling from a bottle when dining. Get used to it guys, we are here to riberetto away.