date way, on Friday 20 June 2008
The day I stop in Gubbio mainly regenerated in spirit. Physically, not much, because I still walked a lot in Gubbio turning all its corners ..... and I've enjoyed its full beauty. Before resuming the way I read the guide signs that inform of the difficulties of the journey from here to Assisi.
In fact it is true apart from scarcity of "Tau" and yellow arrows, there is an overlap of tables showing how to walk "the path of peace," which invariably leads to Assisi and in my view, however, are unclear, they generate confusion and are never in the points where needed. Childbirth around the
8:00 after a good breakfast at the "Cave Angel" and go in search of the correct path to take.
is not easy to navigate, but a little 'with the guide, a bit' asking, arriving at " Vittorina " the church was the place where the famous "miracle" of Saint Francis and the wolf. Who does not know this story? And 'perhaps the most famous icon of Francis and Gubbio recognized around the world.
needs to be aware that there are yellow arrows, but not very obvious.
You walk on asphalt and shortly after Ponte d'Assi research the right way becomes complicated. Traffic, junctions, roundabouts, crossings ..... I go by instinct, but with the continuing doubt having to retrace my steps ...... Tau and yellow arrows do not exist. Finally I see the table given on San Vittorino as a reference guide to follow, so I'm on the right track ..... then the sight of two pilgrims are reaching me that comforts me ..... unless you happen to Santiago as the pilgrims who follow behind front and so are all end up in the ditch ....!
Two new pilgrims finally, Anna Thomas of Rome and "German in Germany."
are the first real encounter pilgrims apart from Fra Luca .... which is a pilgrim's institution ... !
They also made the journey to Santiago .... in fact they met there .... one of many stories and encounters that Santiago ... combined!
continue together and chatted happily with Anna, who also speaks German, while Thomas, speaks a few words of Italian. Let's talk about Routes and the difficulties of this journey than Santiago. After a stretch of road along I let them go ahead because the pace of Thomas is too fast and also because I feel the need to take a moment to pause and nibble on something. Will not stop at the castle of Biscina, but later in Valfabbrica at the hostel international youth which can be accessed only if enrolled. We meet for the next day in Assisi Hostel "perfect joy." The day was magnificent and ago very hot .... the road is uphill and I'm sweating like an old steam engine, I need a break. I stop in the shade of a tree while I enjoy the views of the distant Gubbio, the day is so clear that I can still see the magnificent Palazzo dei Consoli.
After the pause and resume the path I walk past the signs for the Abbey of Vallingegno, but I follow the advice of the guide and I do not forward. L
'Abbey was one of the first places that welcomed Francis in Assisi after his escape from a life choice, but turned it out and also in the wrong way, considering it like a beggar, a villain .... How many assessments do wrong in life! People meditate, meditate. The road starts to fall and reached the capital of Santa Maria delle Ripe, meeting Anna and Thomas intent to eat a sandwich .... I well I stop, I'm hungry and I dream that I'm wearing the sandwich back from two days to Pietralunga bought a tin of meat and a can of beer, plus I also note that the sweet owner of the farm "San Benedetto old "had given me. Toni said, my traveling companion in Santiago: "Providence is always helped " and then today I have something to eat.
Anna and Thomas share and I stay a little longer to finish my "meal" .... we will meet in Assisi.
It starts up again ..... as I wrote, one of the characteristics of this path is the constant up and down. Step in front of the hermitage of San Pietro in Vineyard. An iron gate, stands in the way anyone would dare to cross the property. It looks more like a palace than a monastery. The sign hanging on the fence that warns against disturbing the peace of the place and the hermit .... I do not know why, I create a sense of impatience .... it seems a jarring compared to what was the message of Francis .... God's jester, a pilgrim of nature and ready to welcome anyone who ... and if Francis passed new here .... would open the gate or not? .... I go ahead anyway. The "beauty" of this stage is yet to come. It starts again
to fall and I see across the valley, the hill on which stands the castle tower of Biscina. What heartened me because I see that the arrival of this "should" be the shortest stage.
continue along a path that branches off the main road and down into the valley. Then rises slightly in parallel with the course of a stream that you should go through at some point and then back along the other side.
Surprise ..... the rains of recent days and the work done upstream of the river have made it, that the river had diverted its natural course and now the water falls along what was once plentiful but the route of the trail.
The thick forest full of brambles and weeds barbed on one side and the slope leading to what must be the natural bed of the river, on the other create a barrier disarming. How long will this situation? ... 30 meters that are overnight or continue beyond? ... and how? ... Doubts, despair, assail me ... What to do? ... go back? ... and where? ... hermit closed doors? ... the nearest town that I do not remember how many hours ago I left? The "Teutonic" he will have passed this way .... or not?
I try to move forward on the upstream side of the river, through mud and water .... shoe dropped and I struggle to recover. I see some footprints of boot, which means that someone is already past the first me .... Perhaps Thomas and Anna. Date back along the right side of the path between brambles and thorns by counteracting more than a scratch. Luckily it does not rain, I say to myself, because if I had the cape at this time would be in tatters as the streamers at the carnival!
I go on for a quarter of an hour .... then peace finally returns, the trail again becomes the path and the stream flows on her bed, and I carry it through the other side. Under the piers of the aqueduct, the construction of which were the cause of this small, but terrible failure, I stop to take a breather. Overcoming this obstacle and to know that the goal of this stage is above me, make me euphoric. Rearranged a general look around to explore the environment .... I see ... a nice dirt track ... a pole with a stone and Tau yellow with a yellow arrow, ... I take strength and .... I'm ready to go.
And here the second surprise of the day.
The guide says that the trail enters the woods and then continues uphill to the castle ..... I walked in the wood .... but I have not taken the correct path, I continued to follow the trail that runs along the floor and no mention of going up. Tau yellow arrows or you do not see .... but I saw very few throughout the day .... and meanwhile I continue to walk the track and continue in the plan. After half an hour I doubt it takes. What to do? I go back, maybe to discover that I was on the right track?
I decide to go ahead, but after an hour that way always flat, I am convinced it was wrong road. Checking on the map, I can not find the references, but I realize to get away from the goal. I decide to go anyway .... I eventually cross a major highway ... only reference on the map .... and then I'll see. The phone has no field, I just hope nothing happens because I do not know who I could retrieve ...!
finally coming on the asphalted road views on the map ..... I decide to go, surely arrive at the top where there is the castle.
finalmento When I call the owner of the farm field and ask for information on where they are etc.. ..... "Aahh she has wrong road," he says ".... still always continue uphill to the castle will be up .... do not worry because it is still on track .
At 18.00 in the bar within the farm and the comfort of a fresh beer is the first and only thing I ask is that at that time, I wish.
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