Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Milena Velba, Nadine Jansen
5th stage: Città di Castello - 29 km Pietralunga
On The Way, Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Last night before falling asleep I consulted the guide to review the stage today.
There is a part of the way to go on the road where it passes the normal local traffic. It is not very busy, but the stretch is pretty long and eperienza the day before, leads me to think of an alternative.
While I have breakfast I ask the owner if there is a bus service he can do in my case, that is not to walk along that stretch .... "I know eh " she says " all the pilgrims make me the same question .... unfortunately there are no buses ... but there is a man that makes the public service in his car and can lead to the point where the line ends on the main road .... well ... yesterday a party of Piedmont, were a dozen have done so! ".... The Piedmontese are ahead of me ... But the group has apparently thinning! I decide to go this way and so I do bring to the village "Battifossi" where the path is released from the main road and climb a nice way white woods.
Way immersed in the silence broken by the ticking of the shoe and Tau on the "concha .
I think the paths of Santiago where everywhere you look girassi, in front or behind you, certainly in a short time would blunt the figure of a pilgrim ..... Here are just and just keep walking ..... but something happens. Shortly before
Pieve de Saddi find a person sitting on a rock reading a book ..... backpack by his side, his hat in the Australian head resting on the shoe bag and seal from "Stroller" leave no doubt: it is not the case for a tourist!
I go up in disbelief, greet and ask if it's just a pilgrim on the way ..... looks up and shows me the book ..... is the book of guidance "from here passed Francis ..... Bingo!
introduce ourselves and exchange a few words so I hear that is a Franciscan friar (Fra Luca) 70 years and she looks great, of Venetian origin (Rovigoto) missionary in Japan ..... is in Italy for a rest and is making this experience on the path created by Angela Seracchioli.
lodges and convents semimati stops along the way and then start again until next year. I envy him in a sense .... I must think about every day to call on the right and left with the anguish and the hope of finding a hole for the night ....! We said goodbye and promised to reincontarci again on the move.
Shortly after arriving at Pieve de Saddi, whose origins are lost in the mists of time. As early as the third century after Christ was a meeting place for early Christians of the upper valley of the Tiber.
The structure is completely new set-up ..... sin is closed because it would be an ideal resting point for pilgrims on their way.
Inside the church houses the famous "rib of the Dragon" which will surely attract many pilgrims in the past ..... more likely it is a fossil of dinosaur bone or so.
start driving along the road becomes paved and continues in the middle of the woods. I stop for a bite to eat in a pitch used by loggers, there are piles of logs ready to be taken away by tractors.
By mid-afternoon arrival at the hotel accommodation and take Pietralunga Tench .... I have no alternative if I want to stay in the country.
Pietralunga is a delightful old perched on a hill located in the valley, embraced all around the fortress that Lombard is the symbol of that country.
While I'm doing the food shopping for tomorrow's stage, it started to rain ..... takes me a bit 'of despair! Ceno
pizzeria in the hotel's friendly manager, Mr. Tench, shows me and chat with two women who are sitting at the table next to mine. The more "information" of the two makes me: " do not worry because the forecasts say it will rain until 5 in the morning and then it will be sunny all day and for days afterwards " ..... he was right all night it rained, hard, and even then about five o'clock in the morning everything became quiet and when I wake up around seven bright sunshine illuminated the valley.
On The Way, Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Last night before falling asleep I consulted the guide to review the stage today. There is a part of the way to go on the road where it passes the normal local traffic. It is not very busy, but the stretch is pretty long and eperienza the day before, leads me to think of an alternative.
While I have breakfast I ask the owner if there is a bus service he can do in my case, that is not to walk along that stretch .... "I know eh " she says " all the pilgrims make me the same question .... unfortunately there are no buses ... but there is a man that makes the public service in his car and can lead to the point where the line ends on the main road .... well ... yesterday a party of Piedmont, were a dozen have done so! ".... The Piedmontese are ahead of me ... But the group has apparently thinning! I decide to go this way and so I do bring to the village "Battifossi" where the path is released from the main road and climb a nice way white woods.
Way immersed in the silence broken by the ticking of the shoe and Tau on the "concha . I think the paths of Santiago where everywhere you look girassi, in front or behind you, certainly in a short time would blunt the figure of a pilgrim ..... Here are just and just keep walking ..... but something happens. Shortly before
Pieve de Saddi find a person sitting on a rock reading a book ..... backpack by his side, his hat in the Australian head resting on the shoe bag and seal from "Stroller" leave no doubt: it is not the case for a tourist!
I go up in disbelief, greet and ask if it's just a pilgrim on the way ..... looks up and shows me the book ..... is the book of guidance "from here passed Francis ..... Bingo!
introduce ourselves and exchange a few words so I hear that is a Franciscan friar (Fra Luca) 70 years and she looks great, of Venetian origin (Rovigoto) missionary in Japan ..... is in Italy for a rest and is making this experience on the path created by Angela Seracchioli.
lodges and convents semimati stops along the way and then start again until next year. I envy him in a sense .... I must think about every day to call on the right and left with the anguish and the hope of finding a hole for the night ....! We said goodbye and promised to reincontarci again on the move.
Shortly after arriving at Pieve de Saddi, whose origins are lost in the mists of time. As early as the third century after Christ was a meeting place for early Christians of the upper valley of the Tiber.
The structure is completely new set-up ..... sin is closed because it would be an ideal resting point for pilgrims on their way.
Inside the church houses the famous "rib of the Dragon" which will surely attract many pilgrims in the past ..... more likely it is a fossil of dinosaur bone or so.
start driving along the road becomes paved and continues in the middle of the woods. I stop for a bite to eat in a pitch used by loggers, there are piles of logs ready to be taken away by tractors. By mid-afternoon arrival at the hotel accommodation and take Pietralunga Tench .... I have no alternative if I want to stay in the country.
Pietralunga is a delightful old perched on a hill located in the valley, embraced all around the fortress that Lombard is the symbol of that country.
While I'm doing the food shopping for tomorrow's stage, it started to rain ..... takes me a bit 'of despair! Ceno
pizzeria in the hotel's friendly manager, Mr. Tench, shows me and chat with two women who are sitting at the table next to mine. The more "information" of the two makes me: " do not worry because the forecasts say it will rain until 5 in the morning and then it will be sunny all day and for days afterwards " ..... he was right all night it rained, hard, and even then about five o'clock in the morning everything became quiet and when I wake up around seven bright sunshine illuminated the valley.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Stomach Hurts When Pressed
4th stage: The Burgne - Città di Castello
(from Sansepolcro in Citta di Castello, 27km to write the guide for me ...., but there are more)
data path, Monday, June 16, 2008
data path, Monday, June 16, 2008 Before leaving The farm, Patrick asked me to write a few lines on the guestbook.
I have time because today's stage up to Citta di Castello is very short and thus can live with.
Retained memory what I had written (+ or -).
" If I were a pilgrim of the Middle Ages, an era that has brought success and on these lands for the beauty of art and architecture profuse, known throughout the world, write this:
joint that was on top the hill, tired and burned in my throat, I had visions of arriving in heaven. I was being greeted by an angel that I opened the doors of a beautiful building and immediately went out my thirst with a glass of fresh and sweet nectar. Then I was cared for and fed in order to recover the forces of the body tired, so it can continue the following ay long way and fed my spirit even this latter fashion.! ..... but a pilgrim of our times and then say a heartfelt thanks to Patricia and Maureen, for as I was welcomed, for their helpfulness and friendliness. I can say I have found, for those who make the pilgrimage, a piece of paradise on earth.
Safe journey to you and all the pilgrims passing through these pathways. "
The sky is overcast with clouds of blacks who come and go, but during the day things go better. Go down the hill along a narrow road until it flows into the valley to Lerch. At the junction that leads into the state do a curious encounter with a motorist who offers to give me a lift up to Citta di Castello. He says the city's raining and soon it will here too ..... I'm tempted .... the clouds are ...., but having enough time, thank you and continue on foot .... I would not get another slap on the ears!
I walk half a mile on busy, narrow road with cars and trucks whizzing all the time .... are almost regretted having rejected the move.
Then finally walk out of the state rooms and a comfortable road on the right in the middle the forest, toward the hermitage of good rest.
starts to get hot. I kindly ask a lady that I see in front of his house, if I can fill the water bottle ... Unfortunately there are no drinking fountains, and then somehow we must make do. Came to the hermitage of good rest, I hear voices inside and try to draw the attention of people who are inside to ask if you can visit the place, the guide recommends it ...., but I did not answer. I stay with my curiosity and I start over again. The path always falls in the woods and has a beautiful view over the city.
outside the city, I find a restaurant that inspires me and I eat € 10.00 a good steak, potato salad, one quarter of good red wine and coffee. Later
take accommodation at the Hotel Umbria, good for the pilgrims and the kindest owner and her daughter. The convent of Poor Clares had the wrong phone number on the guide (the answer agritur the Burgne) and the monastery of Zoccolanti was too out of town, so I folded the hotel, however, that the guide shows.
clear that the costs go up that way ..... plus I'm alone and I can not share with anyone!
carrying out the 'daily rituals "of any good pilgrim (shower, laundry, foot care, etc..) And then I go to visit the city that deserves to be explored.
Maybe I will have printed front " are a pilgrim " The fact is that I make a particular meeting that I was really impressed. I was coming out of a tobacco shop where I bought a phone recharge (.... Tosca, a pilgrim to Santiago, as it costs me!) When he comes across a friar with a lot of nice white beard that makes me smile and I reaches out ..... " Buongirono father" I said, "I am a pilgrim Oriano my name and I come from Belluno. I'm doing the journey of Francis " .... "I are pilgrims," \u200b\u200bhe says, "but name .... my name is Friar Pellegrino fact, are the retired bishop of the diocese of Città di Castello " ....., but that in 58 odd years of life is the first time you exchange a few words like that, down the street, with a bishop ..... for more emeritus ..... magic of the journey! We speak of "pilgrims " Città di Castello, Belluno and then we greet you with warmth. It 'was just an unexpected encounter.
I visit the city far and wide and it was worth it.
For me the journey is not only the final goal, but it is all that meets and then visit a place, a church, a museum, a palace, talk to people, are part of the journey.
is why I prefer doing short stages with the possibility of treating this aspect rather than walk to 10/12 hours a day.
A good pizza in the evening and then after the phone calls at home, under the deck ...... with the sheets and sleeping bag.
I have time because today's stage up to Citta di Castello is very short and thus can live with.
Retained memory what I had written (+ or -).
" If I were a pilgrim of the Middle Ages, an era that has brought success and on these lands for the beauty of art and architecture profuse, known throughout the world, write this:
joint that was on top the hill, tired and burned in my throat, I had visions of arriving in heaven. I was being greeted by an angel that I opened the doors of a beautiful building and immediately went out my thirst with a glass of fresh and sweet nectar. Then I was cared for and fed in order to recover the forces of the body tired, so it can continue the following ay long way and fed my spirit even this latter fashion.! ..... but a pilgrim of our times and then say a heartfelt thanks to Patricia and Maureen, for as I was welcomed, for their helpfulness and friendliness. I can say I have found, for those who make the pilgrimage, a piece of paradise on earth.
Safe journey to you and all the pilgrims passing through these pathways. "
The sky is overcast with clouds of blacks who come and go, but during the day things go better. Go down the hill along a narrow road until it flows into the valley to Lerch. At the junction that leads into the state do a curious encounter with a motorist who offers to give me a lift up to Citta di Castello. He says the city's raining and soon it will here too ..... I'm tempted .... the clouds are ...., but having enough time, thank you and continue on foot .... I would not get another slap on the ears!
I walk half a mile on busy, narrow road with cars and trucks whizzing all the time .... are almost regretted having rejected the move.
Then finally walk out of the state rooms and a comfortable road on the right in the middle the forest, toward the hermitage of good rest.
starts to get hot. I kindly ask a lady that I see in front of his house, if I can fill the water bottle ... Unfortunately there are no drinking fountains, and then somehow we must make do. Came to the hermitage of good rest, I hear voices inside and try to draw the attention of people who are inside to ask if you can visit the place, the guide recommends it ...., but I did not answer. I stay with my curiosity and I start over again. The path always falls in the woods and has a beautiful view over the city. outside the city, I find a restaurant that inspires me and I eat € 10.00 a good steak, potato salad, one quarter of good red wine and coffee. Later
take accommodation at the Hotel Umbria, good for the pilgrims and the kindest owner and her daughter. The convent of Poor Clares had the wrong phone number on the guide (the answer agritur the Burgne) and the monastery of Zoccolanti was too out of town, so I folded the hotel, however, that the guide shows.
clear that the costs go up that way ..... plus I'm alone and I can not share with anyone!
carrying out the 'daily rituals "of any good pilgrim (shower, laundry, foot care, etc..) And then I go to visit the city that deserves to be explored.
Maybe I will have printed front " are a pilgrim " The fact is that I make a particular meeting that I was really impressed. I was coming out of a tobacco shop where I bought a phone recharge (.... Tosca, a pilgrim to Santiago, as it costs me!) When he comes across a friar with a lot of nice white beard that makes me smile and I reaches out ..... " Buongirono father" I said, "I am a pilgrim Oriano my name and I come from Belluno. I'm doing the journey of Francis " .... "I are pilgrims," \u200b\u200bhe says, "but name .... my name is Friar Pellegrino fact, are the retired bishop of the diocese of Città di Castello " ....., but that in 58 odd years of life is the first time you exchange a few words like that, down the street, with a bishop ..... for more emeritus ..... magic of the journey! We speak of "pilgrims " Città di Castello, Belluno and then we greet you with warmth. It 'was just an unexpected encounter. I visit the city far and wide and it was worth it.
For me the journey is not only the final goal, but it is all that meets and then visit a place, a church, a museum, a palace, talk to people, are part of the journey.
is why I prefer doing short stages with the possibility of treating this aspect rather than walk to 10/12 hours a day.
A good pizza in the evening and then after the phone calls at home, under the deck ...... with the sheets and sleeping bag.
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3rd stage: Sansepolcro - The Burgne
on the way, Sunday, June 15, 2008
on the way, Sunday, June 15, 2008 parts rather late, because I lost time in finding a bar for breakfast.
same bar I find two of the Piedmont husband and wife, who had some ailment are going to reach the railway station in the Town of Castle train.
The day is beautiful ..... I hope it holds until the evening.
Way on the main road with heavy traffic, but after the underpass with the E45 is the procedure for a narrow Country paved, quiet in the middle of fields and herds of animals.
There is much silence around me is broken only by the tinkling Tau produces from each step I take, which is linked to the shell, is a pleasant sound that will accompany me along the path.
The sun is up, I hear the bells at noon, it is hot and the climb to Citerna makes me sweat seven shirts.
I stop for a sandwich and drink a beer with taste ... fallin 'down like water on hot coals. While eating, sitting on a wall, large clouds threatening, I go over my head .... I fear that the good weather did not hold up in the evening. Around a bit 'for the country that is graceful and that is just a visit .... unfortunate that the churches are closed! On the journey medieval covered very well recovered and resume the path of the road.
The landscape is really nice and sweet, I am among the hills of Tuscany and Umbria.
I stop at a junction to see the map, a man intent to work in the fields I see, you know that I am a pilgrim and indicate the way to go .... a situation that reminds me a little 'Santiago ...! After descending from
Citerna, the path starts to climb.
E 'feature of this journey, a constant up and down, up and down. The climb is quite long, coming on top of the hill pretty tired ...... are 16.00, Città di Castello is still years away .... and decide to stay here Agritur "the Burgne" because in anticipation, I had already booked .....!
The reception is exquisite, as an arrival, the owner gives me a fresh drink of the house and sangria ...... grace too good people! How
accommodation I have a super comfortable double room and after showering and washing down into the garden. I stop to talk to a young couple of Cesena and their friends who are staying farm, concerned the way I'm doing the Camino de Santiago .... In short the experience as a pilgrim.
Dinner is excellent and plentiful (even wine ...) and very good company is also the holder of the Maurice and Patricia the room. Mauritius ceraiolo of Gubbio, tells me the whole story of the Corsa dei Ceri Gubbio.
Patrick, the owner, tells me how a few years ago he met Angela Seracchioli, the creator of this journey. "There was a blizzard freezing when Angela knocked on the door, cold, muddy, soaking wet, with his hands in a bucket of yellow color and a brush dripping .... marking the way and was asked to be allowed to get warm. I already closed and finished cleaning the room ..... how could I let 'this ... "in such conditions ..... I would have muddied the local to the point of having to start again cleaning .. .... but I could not leave out in the cold and the rain ..... and so we met "and " the Burgne "has become a reference point for pilgrims.
This is part of the history of the way.
The sky is gray, it's cool but no rain. These are the ten passed evening and go below deck ..... tomorrow is another day and you will see!
same bar I find two of the Piedmont husband and wife, who had some ailment are going to reach the railway station in the Town of Castle train.
The day is beautiful ..... I hope it holds until the evening.
Way on the main road with heavy traffic, but after the underpass with the E45 is the procedure for a narrow Country paved, quiet in the middle of fields and herds of animals.
There is much silence around me is broken only by the tinkling Tau produces from each step I take, which is linked to the shell, is a pleasant sound that will accompany me along the path.
The sun is up, I hear the bells at noon, it is hot and the climb to Citerna makes me sweat seven shirts.
I stop for a sandwich and drink a beer with taste ... fallin 'down like water on hot coals. While eating, sitting on a wall, large clouds threatening, I go over my head .... I fear that the good weather did not hold up in the evening. Around a bit 'for the country that is graceful and that is just a visit .... unfortunate that the churches are closed! On the journey medieval covered very well recovered and resume the path of the road. The landscape is really nice and sweet, I am among the hills of Tuscany and Umbria.
I stop at a junction to see the map, a man intent to work in the fields I see, you know that I am a pilgrim and indicate the way to go .... a situation that reminds me a little 'Santiago ...! After descending from
Citerna, the path starts to climb.
E 'feature of this journey, a constant up and down, up and down. The climb is quite long, coming on top of the hill pretty tired ...... are 16.00, Città di Castello is still years away .... and decide to stay here Agritur "the Burgne" because in anticipation, I had already booked .....! The reception is exquisite, as an arrival, the owner gives me a fresh drink of the house and sangria ...... grace too good people! How
accommodation I have a super comfortable double room and after showering and washing down into the garden. I stop to talk to a young couple of Cesena and their friends who are staying farm, concerned the way I'm doing the Camino de Santiago .... In short the experience as a pilgrim.
Dinner is excellent and plentiful (even wine ...) and very good company is also the holder of the Maurice and Patricia the room. Mauritius ceraiolo of Gubbio, tells me the whole story of the Corsa dei Ceri Gubbio.
Patrick, the owner, tells me how a few years ago he met Angela Seracchioli, the creator of this journey. "There was a blizzard freezing when Angela knocked on the door, cold, muddy, soaking wet, with his hands in a bucket of yellow color and a brush dripping .... marking the way and was asked to be allowed to get warm. I already closed and finished cleaning the room ..... how could I let 'this ... "in such conditions ..... I would have muddied the local to the point of having to start again cleaning .. .... but I could not leave out in the cold and the rain ..... and so we met "and " the Burgne "has become a reference point for pilgrims. This is part of the history of the way.
The sky is gray, it's cool but no rain. These are the ten passed evening and go below deck ..... tomorrow is another day and you will see!
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2 ^ stage: the Hermitage Cerbaiolo - Sansepolcro 29 km
data path, Saturday, June 14, 2008
data path, Saturday, June 14, 2008 just before the Alarm seven. Now I glance out the window. It does not rain the sky is overcast, but some patch of blue here and there are hope for the best ...... I want to be optimistic!
pick up the laundry and with the aid of a "Phone" I managed to dry ..... even the boots are dry. Prepare your backpack and go down to breakfast.
Daniel, a boy of Ravenna, last night gave the change that led to the two Milanese Franciscan hostel. Daniel also spends his weekends helping out with Clare ..... in a sense I admire these people for wanting to actually do something concrete towards those in need. I cordially greet
Chiara, this unique character, out of time ..... I will never forget.
I therefore call on the way, but after half an hour, it begins to rain.
I pull from the bag the usual cloak and backpack cover and while they are intent in these operations, a "retired" in search of mushrooms, coming down with a jeep along the same my path.
I take this opportunity to ask him to confirm that you are on your way to the point of Viamaggio. Given the weather and muddy ground, is a little 'doubt that this is the best way and I recommend that you follow the track which passes just below ..... rather it offers kindly give me a ride. The temptation is strong ..... the rain is increasing, and I yield to the invitation and so brings me to the pass. I thank the good heart and while it's raining and a cold mist covers everything within in the inn the same name .... waiting for the weather to improve.
About an hour later is achieved by the group of pilgrims met yesterday at the bar of Pieve di Santo Stefano. I am eighteen and are in the Piedmont. Renzo, the parent with whom I make friends, it lets me know that the average age group is 63 years .... congratulations!
Someone wonder of my presence so ahead of them, but especially the fact that while they are wet and muddy up to my knees I am pretty clean, dry ..... I unveil the mystery of the passage in the Jeep and I take a slap on the ears ....!
"Brother Sun" finally gets the better, the fog disappears, and so we decide to leave.
I lead the way also because the group proceeds more slowly. After about half an hour starts to rain and walk in the woods becomes difficult. Someone slips and falls in the mud of the group .... between all the laughs!
The group was a little 'back, but I hear their voices. Finally I get out of the woods in the rain and always proceed to a cart with gravel.
The good road ends shortly after, because then continuous clay .... that the rain has turned into a huge quagmire.
walk in these conditions for over an hour .... runs out then the rain clouds open, the sun and the blue of the sky give a charge of optimism ..... and also the road again becomes viable.
arrival at the floor of the huts at 13.00 (the directions of travel times that are read on the tables are misleading ...).
Nuvoloni blacks rise up again in front of me in the direction of Montecasale .... more rain ..... more mud? Noooooo! please! BastaaAAA!
so I decided to take a detour on the road that leads to normal jumping Sansepolcro Montecasale unfortunately the convent.
Before entering the city makes a detour to pick up again the path ..... is the coup de grace .... after 8 hours of walking we do not want, but it is the last effort. On this short path on the edge of town, crossing a deer and two snakes .... as close encounters is not bad .... Yesterday a boar .... I miss two crocodiles and an orangutan tango, golden eagle .... And then I can sing the song that all children learn nursery! Arrival at the hostel to the Capuchin 17.00 with a blazing sun (at last), in time for a shower and do laundry, pants and shoes included. I meet with Father Pier Maria Director of the College. Let 's talk of pilgrims, to clarify the hermit Cerbaiolo and makes me see the whole building, kitchens, basements, bedrooms, dining-room. After an hour there's also plenty of Piedmont .... well as their views of the weather conditions have avoided passing Montecasale. We go out to dinner .... tonight are not
alone, but together
pick up the laundry and with the aid of a "Phone" I managed to dry ..... even the boots are dry. Prepare your backpack and go down to breakfast.
Daniel, a boy of Ravenna, last night gave the change that led to the two Milanese Franciscan hostel. Daniel also spends his weekends helping out with Clare ..... in a sense I admire these people for wanting to actually do something concrete towards those in need. I cordially greet
Chiara, this unique character, out of time ..... I will never forget.
I therefore call on the way, but after half an hour, it begins to rain.
I pull from the bag the usual cloak and backpack cover and while they are intent in these operations, a "retired" in search of mushrooms, coming down with a jeep along the same my path.
I take this opportunity to ask him to confirm that you are on your way to the point of Viamaggio. Given the weather and muddy ground, is a little 'doubt that this is the best way and I recommend that you follow the track which passes just below ..... rather it offers kindly give me a ride. The temptation is strong ..... the rain is increasing, and I yield to the invitation and so brings me to the pass. I thank the good heart and while it's raining and a cold mist covers everything within in the inn the same name .... waiting for the weather to improve. About an hour later is achieved by the group of pilgrims met yesterday at the bar of Pieve di Santo Stefano. I am eighteen and are in the Piedmont. Renzo, the parent with whom I make friends, it lets me know that the average age group is 63 years .... congratulations!
Someone wonder of my presence so ahead of them, but especially the fact that while they are wet and muddy up to my knees I am pretty clean, dry ..... I unveil the mystery of the passage in the Jeep and I take a slap on the ears ....! "Brother Sun" finally gets the better, the fog disappears, and so we decide to leave.
I lead the way also because the group proceeds more slowly. After about half an hour starts to rain and walk in the woods becomes difficult. Someone slips and falls in the mud of the group .... between all the laughs!
The group was a little 'back, but I hear their voices. Finally I get out of the woods in the rain and always proceed to a cart with gravel.
The good road ends shortly after, because then continuous clay .... that the rain has turned into a huge quagmire.
walk in these conditions for over an hour .... runs out then the rain clouds open, the sun and the blue of the sky give a charge of optimism ..... and also the road again becomes viable. arrival at the floor of the huts at 13.00 (the directions of travel times that are read on the tables are misleading ...).
Nuvoloni blacks rise up again in front of me in the direction of Montecasale .... more rain ..... more mud? Noooooo! please! BastaaAAA!
so I decided to take a detour on the road that leads to normal jumping Sansepolcro Montecasale unfortunately the convent.
Before entering the city makes a detour to pick up again the path ..... is the coup de grace .... after 8 hours of walking we do not want, but it is the last effort. On this short path on the edge of town, crossing a deer and two snakes .... as close encounters is not bad .... Yesterday a boar .... I miss two crocodiles and an orangutan tango, golden eagle .... And then I can sing the song that all children learn nursery! Arrival at the hostel to the Capuchin 17.00 with a blazing sun (at last), in time for a shower and do laundry, pants and shoes included. I meet with Father Pier Maria Director of the College. Let 's talk of pilgrims, to clarify the hermit Cerbaiolo and makes me see the whole building, kitchens, basements, bedrooms, dining-room. After an hour there's also plenty of Piedmont .... well as their views of the weather conditions have avoided passing Montecasale. We go out to dinner .... tonight are not
alone, but together 
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Nutritional Significance Of Dried Pineapple
1st stage: La Verna - Km 27
ta by the way, Friday, June 13, 2008
More than a night's sleep, I was a night of sleep and wakefulness, light sleep .
I hear the roar of the rain till night, and then finally silence.
The morning light coming through the window and I can not sleep ..... the birds sing.
What heartened me because I think it's a beautiful day.
the 6:45 am when I get up ..... I glance out the window ..... disappointment, no rain, but there is still fog ..... it seems that "brother sun" lots desperately to break through, but for the time being lost.
I prepare my backpack, hang the "shell" of Santiago, over which a lego "Tau" bought in the gift shop of the monastery and go down to breakfast in the lounge ..... I can not leave without a good breakfast.
Surprisingly I see lined up in the balcony that leads to the dining room a long line of backpacks ..... I say, "then you are not alone!" ..... but I do not see anyone. Perhaps tourists are
greet my fellow dinner the night before and the e-mail exchange with Marina di Padova, interested in knowing more about the walk and paths in general.
I leave the monastery and it does not rain fog envelops everything.
do not know why but when I hear the sound of my footsteps and the tapping of sticks ..... I'm happy and way lighter despite the 11 kg backpack ..... I'm back on the road .... Now the going gets tough!
control on driving route and go in search of the "tau or yellow arrows" that indicate the right way forward.
The trail is good but soon begins to climb and becomes a trail of mud.
My poor shoes just returned from Santiago, disappear into surplus in half and with difficulty. The shoes sink into the mire and whenever I extract make the same noise when you uncork a bottle of good wine.
I console myself by thinking about the best that I can meet and also because every time the sun peeps through the clouds and opens some glimpse of blue. On the muddy path
find fresh tracks the passage of a wild boar ..... I hope to do some close encounter ....!
The road goes a bit 'up and down through forests of fir and beech.
addition to the signs drawn by Angela (the Tau and the yellow arrow) there are tables that show an indication of the "Tau" ..... in short, here we do not get lost!
Half an hour's drive from Pieve di Santo Stefano, it starts to rain and I take the equipment from the bag against the rain.
I stop at a bar for a sandwich ..... just in time, because it triggers a major storm. I am delighted that so convinced by the time it decides to vent, and then after you get the beautiful.
The storm ends and starts again. Passing to another bar to meet a large group of pilgrims who are eating. They are gone too, from La Verna (..... here is revealed the mystery of the backpacks ...) and are directed to Cerbaiolo; exchange a few words, I greet them and give us an appointment to the hermitage. In reality they will stop at the hostel which is located just before the Franciscan hermitage that in fact, we shall not see.
Given the soil conditions due to the rain, I follow the advice of the guide and decide to come to the hermitage on the cart. Just took the entrance the road begins again to rain heavily.
The mantle helps keep out the rain ..... but retains the moisture produced by perspiration and after a while 'I do not know if there are more wet outside or inside.
I think eventually the use of a good umbrella would be more effective. Even the shoes give any sign of weakness and feel your feet wet ..... I go forward and when the Hermitage is finally in sight, so the sun looks and finishes of rain.
rang the doorbell and after a while 'I opened Chiara, the hermit. He walks with difficulty, and his 80-plus years and are putting some ailment in the difficulty. He lives here in this jewel of monastic history, since 1966 alone. During the Second World War the Germans bombed and destroyed the shrine and it is thanks to the will of Clare and its determination whether the shrine was rebuilt exactly as it was before, stone by stone.
This has become his world, he lives with his goats, his dogs, cats and animals of each species.
'm the only guest ...... I feel like a hermit, too!
With some difficulty I can make myself a hot shower and a bit 'of laundry .... I put everything out to dry in the open, but time does not help, again set down an annoying drizzle and fog. He is also a bit 'cold.
get down to the kitchen to chat with Chiara.
Are you responsible for the kittens that were abandoned by mother.
Chiara is tired, he tells me a bit 'self in its choice of how life began and how it got there.
Almost six in the morning and decide to make a trip to visit the Hermitage
evening before the couple arrive in Milan. They are friends of Clare and spend their weekends here, to give aid.
dined with them, but the conversation is "tired" .... seems that the presence of a pilgrim gives them trouble.
I try to involve them in discussions of ways, pilgrims and more ..... but do not follow .... I'm pretty turned on themselves and what they are doing, the board is a piece of cheese that I ate too happy ..... but they kept close to their side like they do .... and they have made no sign to share. Boh! Perhaps the fatigue of the day my mind is more cumbersome and see what is not there.
I go to bed early, still raining outside and between my laundry hung and humidity of the evening ..... the windows of the room dripping and cold is felt.
Add a blanket to my sleeping bag and close my eyes. And 'passed my first day's journey.
A little 'story of the hermitage
ta by the way, Friday, June 13, 2008
More than a night's sleep, I was a night of sleep and wakefulness, light sleep . I hear the roar of the rain till night, and then finally silence.
The morning light coming through the window and I can not sleep ..... the birds sing.
What heartened me because I think it's a beautiful day.
the 6:45 am when I get up ..... I glance out the window ..... disappointment, no rain, but there is still fog ..... it seems that "brother sun" lots desperately to break through, but for the time being lost.
I prepare my backpack, hang the "shell" of Santiago, over which a lego "Tau" bought in the gift shop of the monastery and go down to breakfast in the lounge ..... I can not leave without a good breakfast.
Surprisingly I see lined up in the balcony that leads to the dining room a long line of backpacks ..... I say, "then you are not alone!" ..... but I do not see anyone. Perhaps tourists are
greet my fellow dinner the night before and the e-mail exchange with Marina di Padova, interested in knowing more about the walk and paths in general. I leave the monastery and it does not rain fog envelops everything.
do not know why but when I hear the sound of my footsteps and the tapping of sticks ..... I'm happy and way lighter despite the 11 kg backpack ..... I'm back on the road .... Now the going gets tough!
control on driving route and go in search of the "tau or yellow arrows" that indicate the right way forward.
The trail is good but soon begins to climb and becomes a trail of mud. My poor shoes just returned from Santiago, disappear into surplus in half and with difficulty. The shoes sink into the mire and whenever I extract make the same noise when you uncork a bottle of good wine.
I console myself by thinking about the best that I can meet and also because every time the sun peeps through the clouds and opens some glimpse of blue. On the muddy path
find fresh tracks the passage of a wild boar ..... I hope to do some close encounter ....!
The road goes a bit 'up and down through forests of fir and beech.
addition to the signs drawn by Angela (the Tau and the yellow arrow) there are tables that show an indication of the "Tau" ..... in short, here we do not get lost!
Half an hour's drive from Pieve di Santo Stefano, it starts to rain and I take the equipment from the bag against the rain. I stop at a bar for a sandwich ..... just in time, because it triggers a major storm. I am delighted that so convinced by the time it decides to vent, and then after you get the beautiful.
The storm ends and starts again. Passing to another bar to meet a large group of pilgrims who are eating. They are gone too, from La Verna (..... here is revealed the mystery of the backpacks ...) and are directed to Cerbaiolo; exchange a few words, I greet them and give us an appointment to the hermitage. In reality they will stop at the hostel which is located just before the Franciscan hermitage that in fact, we shall not see.
Given the soil conditions due to the rain, I follow the advice of the guide and decide to come to the hermitage on the cart. Just took the entrance the road begins again to rain heavily. The mantle helps keep out the rain ..... but retains the moisture produced by perspiration and after a while 'I do not know if there are more wet outside or inside.
I think eventually the use of a good umbrella would be more effective. Even the shoes give any sign of weakness and feel your feet wet ..... I go forward and when the Hermitage is finally in sight, so the sun looks and finishes of rain.
rang the doorbell and after a while 'I opened Chiara, the hermit. He walks with difficulty, and his 80-plus years and are putting some ailment in the difficulty. He lives here in this jewel of monastic history, since 1966 alone. During the Second World War the Germans bombed and destroyed the shrine and it is thanks to the will of Clare and its determination whether the shrine was rebuilt exactly as it was before, stone by stone.
This has become his world, he lives with his goats, his dogs, cats and animals of each species.
'm the only guest ...... I feel like a hermit, too!
With some difficulty I can make myself a hot shower and a bit 'of laundry .... I put everything out to dry in the open, but time does not help, again set down an annoying drizzle and fog. He is also a bit 'cold.
get down to the kitchen to chat with Chiara.
Are you responsible for the kittens that were abandoned by mother.
Chiara is tired, he tells me a bit 'self in its choice of how life began and how it got there.
Almost six in the morning and decide to make a trip to visit the Hermitage
evening before the couple arrive in Milan. They are friends of Clare and spend their weekends here, to give aid.
dined with them, but the conversation is "tired" .... seems that the presence of a pilgrim gives them trouble.
I try to involve them in discussions of ways, pilgrims and more ..... but do not follow .... I'm pretty turned on themselves and what they are doing, the board is a piece of cheese that I ate too happy ..... but they kept close to their side like they do .... and they have made no sign to share. Boh! Perhaps the fatigue of the day my mind is more cumbersome and see what is not there. I go to bed early, still raining outside and between my laundry hung and humidity of the evening ..... the windows of the room dripping and cold is felt.
Add a blanket to my sleeping bag and close my eyes. And 'passed my first day's journey.
A little 'story of the hermitage
Red Hair With Chunk Highlights
Cerbaiolo the Hermitage's arrival in La Verna
date path, Thursday, June 12, 2008
passed here Francesco
date path, Thursday, June 12, 2008 continues to postpone the start of my journey because the weather forecast did not promise anything good.
But today I decided to leave ..... time what will be, but continually postponed pending more stable conditions and better, I getting tired. The train from Belluno
part on time ..... I do a quick mental inventory to make sure it did not
forgotten anything you need ..... I seem to be okay.
The sky is overcast but not raining, it's that way at night when it rains instead.
I'm traveling, I have plenty of time to think and do a shot Phone Tosca pilgrim friend, who is doing the Camino de Santiago alone. We met through my website ( www.pellegrinibelluno.it ).
I feel excited and this charge and also charge me.
We are both in their own way ..... in different places but the footsteps of the pilgrims cross magically always!!
Bologna train to Arezzo in a significant delay ...... no problem ..... the "no haste and patience are the pilgrim!
they experience the difference with the way to Santiago.
Even then I made the trip by train to approach and hand in hand we approached the starting point of the journey, they identified more and more into the crowd at the stations, the pilgrims who were in the process of doing the same experience.
Here I am the only one .... party and only just arrived.
Arezzo is changing and waiting to leave the train in a friendly Bibbiena, I have time to eat a sandwich and a beer at the bar of the station.
Bibbiena From then, a comfortable bus take me to the square of the monastery of La Verna ..... I find that this service is done only in summer, by the end of school until the resumption, otherwise it will stop in the village and the monastery to get there on foot.
taking accommodation in a single room with bath, certainly not welcome pilgrims from ..... but being the first night goes well.
I see no other pilgrims .... I remember arriving in St. Jean Pied de Port from the corner of pilgrims who backpacker, the small station of the train, marched in column to the first hostel.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon so I as long as I wanted to visit the monastery.
The environment is very impressive though obviously less rough and wild as when Francis lived.
Franciscan friars and nuns are everywhere.
... strange encounter with a monk in Koreano down to the "leading stone, which then will also meet at San Damiano in Assisi.
presence is felt everywhere in San Francisco ..... I just feel on his feet ....! Everything comes to him ..... the cave where asleep and was awakened by "Brother Falcon," where the rock crashed tempted by the devil, the chapel built on the spot where he received the stigmata, his habit and he used his cane to walk.
And 'the ideal place to begin this journey, the suggestion is strong.
I feel cold ..... The monastery is at 1,128 m altitude, also set the fog and into the six o'clock it starts to rain .... and will do so throughout the night. Exciting
vespers in the church of the friars, with their songs accompanied by the body ..... seemed to be thrown in a medieval flavor.
I go to dinner at the table and we meet a couple, no longer "young" from Liguria and Marina from Padua. The conversation at the table is good ..... dinner a little 'less, we tell each other the reasons for its presence in this place .... Here we can see the difference and the Road to Santiago: no one knew what it was this way and the existence of the "paths" in general.
I go to bed early enough. Overnight rain continues, but I always hope that in the morning there is "Brother Sun".
But today I decided to leave ..... time what will be, but continually postponed pending more stable conditions and better, I getting tired. The train from Belluno
part on time ..... I do a quick mental inventory to make sure it did not
forgotten anything you need ..... I seem to be okay. The sky is overcast but not raining, it's that way at night when it rains instead.
I'm traveling, I have plenty of time to think and do a shot Phone Tosca pilgrim friend, who is doing the Camino de Santiago alone. We met through my website ( www.pellegrinibelluno.it ).
I feel excited and this charge and also charge me.
We are both in their own way ..... in different places but the footsteps of the pilgrims cross magically always!!
Bologna train to Arezzo in a significant delay ...... no problem ..... the "no haste and patience are the pilgrim!
they experience the difference with the way to Santiago.
Even then I made the trip by train to approach and hand in hand we approached the starting point of the journey, they identified more and more into the crowd at the stations, the pilgrims who were in the process of doing the same experience.
Here I am the only one .... party and only just arrived. Arezzo is changing and waiting to leave the train in a friendly Bibbiena, I have time to eat a sandwich and a beer at the bar of the station.
Bibbiena From then, a comfortable bus take me to the square of the monastery of La Verna ..... I find that this service is done only in summer, by the end of school until the resumption, otherwise it will stop in the village and the monastery to get there on foot.
taking accommodation in a single room with bath, certainly not welcome pilgrims from ..... but being the first night goes well.
I see no other pilgrims .... I remember arriving in St. Jean Pied de Port from the corner of pilgrims who backpacker, the small station of the train, marched in column to the first hostel.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon so I as long as I wanted to visit the monastery.
The environment is very impressive though obviously less rough and wild as when Francis lived.
Franciscan friars and nuns are everywhere.
... strange encounter with a monk in Koreano down to the "leading stone, which then will also meet at San Damiano in Assisi. presence is felt everywhere in San Francisco ..... I just feel on his feet ....! Everything comes to him ..... the cave where asleep and was awakened by "Brother Falcon," where the rock crashed tempted by the devil, the chapel built on the spot where he received the stigmata, his habit and he used his cane to walk.
And 'the ideal place to begin this journey, the suggestion is strong.
I feel cold ..... The monastery is at 1,128 m altitude, also set the fog and into the six o'clock it starts to rain .... and will do so throughout the night. Exciting
vespers in the church of the friars, with their songs accompanied by the body ..... seemed to be thrown in a medieval flavor.
I go to dinner at the table and we meet a couple, no longer "young" from Liguria and Marina from Padua. The conversation at the table is good ..... dinner a little 'less, we tell each other the reasons for its presence in this place .... Here we can see the difference and the Road to Santiago: no one knew what it was this way and the existence of the "paths" in general.
I go to bed early enough. Overnight rain continues, but I always hope that in the morning there is "Brother Sun".
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