Riva Trigoso, Italy
It's been 3 days I've been pedaling down the Italian Riviera from Savona to Sestri Levante. I've seen beautiful architecture in the ornate pastel buildings.
I've seen art in the gardens and the tiles of the boardwalks.
I've met some wonderful people eager to try and connect with me across our languages.
I've cycled the most delightful pathways along the cliff edge through a town and sometimes all the way to the next one.
I've seen bumper to bumper traffic. I've pedaled up and whizzed down steep hills. I've panicked about where I'll sleep at night because there is not an inch of unoccupied space anywhere and most of the campgrounds have closed for the season. I've seen as many motorcycles and scooters here as in Malaysia.
And I'm glad to have the Italian Riviera behind me. Not a good place to cycle but pretty to see. And oh the views!
And I also got my first proposition:) This old guy on a scooter pulls up along side and with one hand suggests we shag. No I don't think so! I reply. And he says Ciao and scooters away. I must be in Italy!!!
Tonight up the mountainside on a switchback pulloff I found my first camping spot in days. It's far from idyllic but I cycled further up and nothing but steep rock walls on one side and drop off on the other. Came back. Even though I'm only 15 ft from the road, the view out the back is pretty.
Livin' the life,
BagLady
Facebook: Kathryn Mossbrook Zimmerman
