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Travel Blogs from Manocalzati
1152. A Classy Finish to a Long Day (Italy 129)
Day 063: 5 hours, 6.0 kms, Day: 29.0 kms
After Nocera Superiore, it feels like the road is gradually climbing higher and higher… which means colder and colder… and daylight is fading fast. But there are positive signs: a lot or roadside businesses which signal that I must be approaching a major town… and the sunset is beautiful, as the red colored clouds blend contrast with the dark ...
1151. Searching for Roman Ruins (Italy 128)
... Nocera Superiore has a wide main boulevard, but a much emptier feel than its sister town. But it does have an interesting round church that looks very ancient—and yes, Nocera Superiore does trace its history back to Roman times… also have the remnants of an ancient acqueduct…
But, back to the present, I'm a bit concerned to find a semi abandoned train station ...
1150. Rail Junction Town (Italy 127)
... behind me for a strum session, then on through the town… past its respectable old City Hall and spacious plaza… past some high rise apartment buildings—something I haven't seen in a while. It’s almost comforting to see some urban life when it felt like I was getting farther and farther from ...
1149. A Friendly Audience (Italy 126)
... to not like Middle Eastern folks, if you can somehow disassociate your Christ from those people…
Anyways… just a thought. I strum in a nearby park where I’m joined by a couple polite young folks…. Always appreciate having a polite audience, especially here in Europe. Then I continue on through the narrow streets of the town, until I find myself in yet another ...
Barcelona to Sorrento Travel Day
... one.
We took the Alibus to the train station, and upon exiting the bus found ourselves in a huge square filled with the craziest traffic scene we have ever seen. Cars in all directions, no lanes, no traffic signals, and Vespa scooters and cars competing for every last inch of road. We had been coached on crossing streets in Italy; this would be our first attempt. Looking each driver dead in the eye, we confidently marched across the street and amazingly it seemed that as ...