Pescara - Verona

Drinking an espresso on the balcony with a view of the sea. Shopping again, this time at Conad. Get some real Italian food for those who stayed at home. Then onto the autostrada. Just under 500km to Verona.

Circus Maximus? Have we landed in Rome? Nah, they have something like that here too. And they have a band rocking on every corner. And of course, like thousands of others, we went to see Julia. We should have paid admission to see the balcony. Hamwa left it...

Insider tip: Pizzeria right on the Adige (Adige river). A 10-minute walk. But in Italy you don't just go out to eat. In most cases you can't. No reservation, no place. So we ordered Italian, English and German pizza to go and off we went to the quay wall.

And then: a wonderful farewell from Italy. Sur le pont d'Avignon, er sull' ponte di Verona. Two young men from the Czech Republic, hitchhiking through bella Italia, with a !folding guitar! and a "normal" one and a sign saying "Trying to make friends". Of course, Samed caught on immediately, spoke to them and then sang with them. And we listened. Just international understanding! Great.

This time I slept on the couch in the kitchen and didn't even notice when Theseus came home from their night out on the town.