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Just crossed border into Italy (very excited) .Temperature went up by 10 degrees and style of houses changed completely.There is also loads more trucks on the road. We just had our first experience at an Italian motor way stop.Figuring out what to do and how to tell them what we were after was a bit daunting but we managed to get ourselves a nice lunch(pasta of course ) Staying in ...
... about 80 years.
Came across several ruined buildings before reaching a reconstructed display fojaroi. Another feature of these buildings is that they are built almost into the hillside, so the upper story can be reached from the outside without the need of a ladder or trapdoor.....animals downstairs, people and/or supplies upstairs. Mind you, not much room on either floor.
Descending along what turned out to be a used ...
... as early as anticipated. Revine Lago was chosen as it was around a lake, a gentle stroll to ease the gluts back into the idea of moving without pain.
TT decided the route via Trichiana was best, and as we hadn't been over the mountain range at this point, thought why not. The rain began before we reached Trichiana. Continued anyway.
Well, the mountain pass was a credit to the engineers. One section was so steep and so tortuous ...
... and location of the multiple mills that were situated along the mill canal. The canal itself was constructed in medieval times, and the flow of water continues today. The numerous mills that benefited from this vigorous run of water are mainly ruins, though there is some restoration work ongoing with one mill, and several others have been converted into private residences.
As we were about to leave when they arrived, continued on. Along steep slopes, up steep slopes, across streams, over a carpet of dead leaves under a canopy of green. Quiet, so quiet. Occasionally the rushing creeks but often only your own breathing and heartbeat. Through wooded regions that were scattered with wildflowers, varieties of ...