After eight years I find it, a lovely trail with a blooming field on the left and the train tracks and Lake Burano on the right. If I walked long enough, I would reach Rome.
On Thursday I woke up with a fixed idea that I needed to go to our train station and then continue on foot towards Rome. I never stroll with bestia in that direction. Rome is about one hour and a half away by train, so there is no fear I could reach it any time soon. And so I went.
It went more than splendidly. We walked until we reached the first house where the trail seemingly stopped. We didn’t meet anybody. There was a wonderful field on the left and on the right across the train tracks there was Lake Burano and the only structure visible on the other shore had never seemed as close.
Only then I noticed that bestia, who had been happily smelling and exploring just before, was looking at me in that “oh, really” way he has. He kept lifting one paw and then another, in the sense of “can you please remove this painful spiky seed, thank you”. The first part of the trail was fine, but the second part had just been mown and those seeds are really sharp and painful. Ask me why I’ve stopped going around on my bicycle. The record was eight punctures in one ride.
But it didn’t last long and we were on the firm ground again with a wonderful photo yield. We will be back in another season.
Allow me to take you along.
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