We celebrated another memorable cycling week in Europe with a salad, bruschetta and pizza dinner at a little café with a view to the Adriatic. A bus was picking us up at 3:30 AM the next morning to take us to the Rome airport and we made it an early evening.
Fondo Leopardiano had put a big cherry on our sundae–our gelati, actually. We had cycled from the Tyrhennic to the Adriatic (most of the way) and found the climbing as strenuous as in the Alps and Pyrenees. The numerous hill towns had filled us with history and culture, the mountains and rainstorms with nature, and our mental scrapbooks were bulging with images and stories.
We looked to Rich for our Italy trip’s final evaluation: would he or wouldn’t he bestow the coveted words?
“Now THAT,” according to Rich, “was QUALITY!”