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
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