You’d swear that time stood still in a few places where we took a time out—it was wonderful. A fellow from Marseille crisscrossed my path several times; he was an exceptionally strong hiker and an admirably free spirit and there to help whoever needs it. He beckoned me to take a brake where he got permission to pick figs and plums on a property we passed—I didn’t hesitate, then rested under the fig tree that nourished me. Here time stood still —it’s such a simple unblemished memory.
A bit later, mon ami de Marseille beckoned me again to rest at a place that was for sale—it had friendship, chairs and some shade. What more does one need at that moment in time?
Acquapendente awaited me with a decadently large, modern lodging that, once I broke the code of how to gain entry, left me in total awe. Yes, I did unabashedly deserve this after another hard day—pretty cool.
Dinner was a salad and “little hats” cappellini filled with Gorgonzola cheese along with two big beers—I needed to rehydrate. And I’ve regularly been asking for salt to manage my cramping. It’s been working well along with taking electrolytes in my water throughout the day.
