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 
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