Like a bottle of Brunello my bike trip through Tuscany was something to be savored. A blend of flat tires, friendly faces, long laughs, old friends, incredible scenery and food that felt as though I was tasting flavors for the first time.
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| Passing through small villages for a quick water stop often led to a community conference about our two-wheeled journey. |
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| Meeting up with a few of Guido's friends along the coast we traded sweat for sand. Known in Italian as a Spiaggiata we made a bbq on the beach that lasted all night. It seems the Italian language has a specific word for every kind of social activity. |
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| Guido and I found our old friend Mimmi, Laura and little Viola after a short ferry ride to the island of Elba. |
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| Adapting to our surroundings, the longest bike ride was a few blocks to the beach. |
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| Easy Rider(s) in Elba |
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| Morning rush hour on the island. |
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| Searching for our spot to take an aperitivo, the drink before dinner. |
1 comment:
good pictures, beautiful people, amazing experience.
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