I'm blogging this without my notebook, so I'll have to wing it. first off, cafe is much better in italy. instad of the french or spanish drip coffee (like home), you get a choice of cappucino or latte at breakfast. I opt for latte, since you get twice as much. plus, you get to MYOL. Make Your Own Latte. they give you two containers....1 is steamed milk, the other is expresso. you get to play strabucks and scoop one into the other. it's fun.
*******LONG RIDE I DON'T REMEMBER******
we established rule #1 in Italy: just go....and hold your line. meaning, cars will seem to want to hit you, they won't. in fact, they probably won't even honk. it's like a ballet of potential destruction and mayhem. I don't know how it works, but the cars, scooters, motorcycles and bikes all manage. also, there are a ton of cyclists in this country. many in team gear, all without helmets. maybe that's the key: traffic darwinism. the dumb ones get run over.
stayed in an incredibly random swiss hotel in Savona. it had floor to ceiling carpeting. with the company logo on it. why? why? nice shower though and it had yogurt for breakfast, which has become or tipping point on whether we'll pay for it, or get a bite on the road. although, lack of yogurt can be made up by the presence of multi-vitamin juice. ask a german about that, they'll know.
couldn't find a decent looking dinner place, but located a gelateria. prebably the nicest looking one in my life. G tried the spicy chocolate. it's dark choco with pepper flakes in it. the dude wouldnt even sell it to hit without forcing him to taste it. it starts out smooth then hits you like a sot of tabasco. why?
got a reccomendation for a pizza place where I had the lemon veal cutlets. Graeme cried for the baby cow. I ate its delicious goodness.
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