Stiore He had come to alone.
With the race bike after a ride of about thirty kilometers to the low.
Tugging at all to be punctual.
Those places knew them well. It was the usual
itenerari. To locate this
knew all the shortcuts and back roads.
Also to avoid the traffic. But above all to aim
landscapes beautiful there at your fingertips. In particular, when the sun goes down and the light reflected in many shades intense.
There was an appointment with her friends. A place
usually pleasant to most people.
certainly cut off from all the tourist maps of any kind.
Savigno One group had to come from emerging from a wedding in the country. A sort of pagan ceremony
pledge of life. With their djembe
had inspired the night.
Led by Bacchus had pulled dawn.
Until a fog alcolica had taken over.
So who in the camper, who in a sleeping bag or where you had deposited their bodies tested.
After these excesses, could be Stiore the place to refresh and regain his strength.
The other group would come from Bologna.
Michael and Cami had recently returned from a bike ride and tent up in Calabria.
More than a thousand miles of adventure. Abandoned
occasion pure random and hospitality. The feast of
Stiore was a pretext to resume riding together. Not only
.
Traveling by bike is also a way to affirm a different way of life and more sustainable.
After the machine creates a distance course.
you close in a protected space.
You can see out and be partly hidden from the gaze of others.
A little 'as in safari or at least to the movies. There is
the film to change the scenarios.
With the machine you are to move into.
The end result is the same.
With the bike is rather different.
It is more immersed in the context.
There are no barriers of metal and glass.
See you in the eye.
Although a little while.
smell the scents and sounds.
Also can happen more often to lose the way and be forced to ask for information.
So it becomes more natural to get connoscenza of the locals.
And if you are curious and willing to challenge fate, and you also have the sensitivity to seize the right situation, you can do many interesting encounters.
Basically when you go to these places in the ass to the world the game is fairly easy.
The supply and demand come together easily.
You try heat. They
good news.
And you bring a touch of color into their daily routine.
All this without exaggeration.
If not you can easily create misunderstanding and inconvenience.
In this sense, the bike keeps a low profile, expressing a certain state of insecurity and need.
Who stands before you is naturally welcome and cared for.
If we return, you are immediately recognized.
You are what you come by bike.
dress a bit 'weird.
With long hair ruffled by the wind.
A strange bag in front of the handlebars as the knapsack of travelers in the past.
How long can you take away will always be little.
So you're not afraid.
And then if you are in the right season roll through the country roads is like walking into a little Eden.
Along the roadside are everything.
from cherries to apples. From
more wild plums, as a bit 'harsh. But
grapes, hazelnuts, walnuts and chestnuts in the second period.
So after having cycled for a while 'when fatigue begins to emerge, you stop in front of these delicacies.
simply reached out and you refresh.
When you're tired and hungry then, everything seems very good and attractive.
In each case the products taken from plants are more tasty and wholesome as those bought in any supermarket.
During this time, nature is not too greedy and you can satisfy with what you need.
Sometimes when it is pushed further towards the mountain you can get in some artisanal cheese. Then
at reasonable prices it can also bring home the good cheese.
At least here you can see cows grazing beside and a little 'you feel assured. Finally
.
If you can conceive of the bike ride, not only as an athletic performance or a moment of relief, you can do many little chance encounters.
A little 'as if you were to travel though a spit from home.
is true not change your life.
But if you let go of something surprising always happens. That side
epic hidden in these little experiences eventually comes out.
And when you least expect it.
Just be well prepared.
That is disengaged from everything.
from work, from the affections, by a sense of failure or want to get somewhere at any cost.
Basically this is also a nice way of loafing.
course in its meaning high.
As one put forward by the ancients.
But back to us ...
That day was the feast of wine Calderino.
a country nearby. That was the clow
event of the weekend. There
would be merged with all the people of the plain.
Attracted by the nectar of the gods like bees to honey. Yet
had opted for the small party of Stiore, dedicated to St Giles.
A proper balance between the devil and holy water.
also to continue the tradition of Don Camillo and Don Peppone duty. Although here more often pacified and arm together. According to
mimeographed flyer in the morning we start with the morning hymns.
burraco Then there's the tournament and putting.
One after the other one go to lunch run by the cultural site. After the coffee still
burraco, bingo and medieval dances.
Anything else?
A vespers. For
end the day thanking the gods native still lives here.
Also because the valley looks like a small protectorate of heaven on earth. Preserved by all those metropolitan disaster so chaotic and disturbing.
This emergence is not difficult to see the smile on the face of the locals.
In their simplicity, are able to convey warmth and affection.
a glance, a small gesture and I feel instantly in tune with them.
Here the pace is different from the tram tram everyday and people are not stressed.
In addition, the wine is good.
taken directly from the barrels of the peasant.
At the bar, there is some deep thinking about how to do the ridge to the pilgrim turn.
A glass of cabernet or Pignoletto costs only seventy-five cents.
Record for now beaten only by the mythical meeting place of the elderly to Castelbellino.
the march. There
a glass of Verdicchio to "plug" cleverly drawn from the carboy, and chilled at the moment, it takes forty.
Without words.
As mentioned, the purpose is not rich.
Rather, it tries to win the repetitive nature. Then there
clings closely together.
Maybe drinking a sip of wine under the shade of the portico in front of the bar of the cultural circle.
when I come in immediately on your left you see a feast of books. Even for non
betray a certain cultural vocation.
books are second hand.
titles if you approach a bit 'more can be surprising.
But it's the most authentic picture of an Italy amphibious. That silent
humbly dedicated to continue the whole shebang.
certainly is not exposed to the wind sweeping the latest market news.
In addition to novels and find the type of passionate love nine weeks and a half ago Manzoni also on display with his most famous book.
The Betrothed.
Incredible. A book
normally given to the school after the filter pulp mill.
Today, the "library" has been moved off the square in front together with the other stalls.
There you can find well-made clothes and jewelry at bargain prices.
Again the purpose is not to earn.
But it's just an excuse to get together, talk together, know each other, make jokes, gossip a bit 'but without malice.
also to make a little 'more memorable day.
It works. And you will be pleasantly
infected by this spirit magic without too many special effects.
Here we are moved with very little.
But it's essential.
why you do not need music screaming in the background.
At best you hear the voices of Chiacchiari village, laughter, the sound of sliding objects and glasses. A
move is the same as you rally together before the hearth of the drawing room of the country.
In fact everything is neat and clean. All
put in a good mood and prepares the opening.
Next to the dinner table there is also a football.
obviously do not need money to compete.
Anyone who wants can try.
Remembering that you are on the hill. So the field
hangs a bit '.
But just getting used to.
Everything is done for fun.
no accident that the country's youth have fun bringing the delicious local dishes, including vegetable stew
All with delicacy and lightness.
So good guys committed to doing the best they task.
Thanks to them, and soft cheese polenta, lasagna with meat sauce, grilled meats arrive at their destination in the numbered tables.
There are about fifteen.
But that is enough to meet the demand of the guests.
At the end everyone can find a place.
And for those who want to overdo it ...
Crescentine tigelle and after four.
Not to be missed! Despite
mile steep climb there waiting for us now at the foot of Monte Oliveto.
Oh well better not think about it.
And get another glass of cabernet.
not participated before the inevitable bingo and dances medieval French.
One way to show such simplicity in a stylish dark side.
Unsettling! Among those
fields of grapes and cherries seem to have miraculously made the union between heaven and earth seemingly impossible.
At least for this Sunday.
Despite the rain, the afternoon he tried to ruin everything.
A warning to the other days to come ...
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