Good food, friendly locals speaking a language that I almost understand, sunshine, vistas over patchwork fields, cobbled streets filled with nuns. This is Assisi, Umbria. It’s hot. I love it. I’ve spent the afternoon wandering up and down the hill gathering picnic ingredients for tonight’s dinner with Jen and Jo. I have baby tomatoes, fresh bread, old cheese, prosciutto and oil.
I didn’t get to say goodbye to anybody in Trondheim (too busy running for the train, as always). It’s a strange feeling, not sharing a tent with anybody.