Thursday, September 18, 2008

Romeo and Juliet (on bikes without the double suicide part and the whole family feud)

Day: 357
Verona to Rovereto
Time: 5:19
Distance: 77.2 km
Avg Speed: 14.kph
Terrain: uphill (gradually)

Yesterday we hiked through the streets of Verona. Verona is a beautiful city in its own right, but it is most famous for being the setting of Shakespeare’s tragedy, Romeo and Juliet. Somewhere in its maze of streets and alleys is THE balcony. We couldn’t find it so instead settled on an internet café, slice of pizza and a double scoop of ice cream. Leslie had fun taking pictures of the droves of people riding their bikes through the square. I had fun watching the finches swoop in and steal the good bread chunks from the pigeons. We didn’t eat at McDonald’s last night, instead we self catered with some cream of mushroom soup with mushroom tortellini. The hotel was kind enough to have large marble window sills on which cook.
We got out of the hotel reasonably early this morning after eating as much as we could. We even managed to grab a couple of pieces of free breakfast fruit for the road. Leslie masterfully guided us out of the city and managed to ignore all the comments I was saying from the back. I always think we should be zigging, when in fact we should be zagging. That is why I am food and Leslie is maps. We quickly got into the Dolomites and we were in awe most of the ride. For you Colorado folks, it is like Glenwood Canyon on steroids, with vineyards thrown in to boot. Part way into the ride today we saw a turnoff for a bike path that was heading our direction. It turned out to be a narrow dirt farm road that wove in and out of different vineyards. It was pretty cool to be eye to eye with rows and rows of grapes. We bailed off of it early when we kept getting into little 20% climbs (they were labeled so I am not making it up). A little lunch stop, more cycling, and all of sudden we get to our destination for the night. Rovereto is a quiet, quaint little town in near the river that flows down the valley we rode up. We ended up at a hostel in the middle of old town for the night. It set us up nicely for the quick tour of town this afternoon. I found that I wish I spoke Italian fluently because we came across a street with banners stretched across it. The banners depicted something, and maybe it was, that closely resembled a 7th grade sex ed illustration of the female reproductive system. Leslie grabbed a picture of the rows of multi hued diagrams, but I don’t think it does them justice.
I hate to end on that bizarre note, but I don’t want to bore you with dinner and bike maintenance drivel.

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