I ticked off a few boxes yesterday morning: Laundry, research into Bari, banking, while Dave did a major photo edit and emptied out The Cloud of any extraneous gigs. All that accomplished, we climbed into the Fiat and made our way to beautiful San Gimigiagno, about an hour’s drive away. Another fortress village, with 12 of the original pillars still standing from the 11th and 12th centuries. It’s a popular spot for tourists, and parking was a problem until we found a spot a few kilometers away. No matter, it was a great day for a walk alongside the olive groves and up the side of the mountain to the city walls. It didn’t take long to find a panini, and we split that while sitting in a sunny corner, admiring the chattering tourists flowing by. The little shops were exquisitely presented, with all sorts of treasures within including local saffron and a big selection of wild boar sausage. Boars are a thing here and they are as destructive as they are ugly.
Somehow, we managed to repeat the same mistake we made yesterday on our return trip home, inadvertently typing in the wrong “Monty” on maps. We were well into our mistake when Dave commented that he couldn’t figure out why the factories in a certain town were now on the wrong side of the road. I don’t know why we were so complacent and shrugged off the many earlier cues that indicated we were going in the wrong direction, again. Eventually though we managed to pull off the road, correct the map, and sigh mightily as we acknowledged the extra hour of driving we had just awarded ourselves. We were relieved, hungry and thirsty at trail’s end and lost no time in putting our feet up on the warm bricks of our patio, enjoying a beer while we watched the setting sun. Another day in Wonderland.
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