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Published: September 10th 2012
It’s our last morning at Greve, we’ve had a good time here but all good things must come to an end. We finish breakfast in the courtyard and pack up the car.
Kirsten says goodbye to Dora the white lab and she looks sad to see her leave.
Our plan is to head west this is where we back tract toward the Cinque Terre. To make up time we get on the autobahn and head toward Parma. Were making the figure 8.
After about two hours we get off the autobahn in search of mushrooms. Well not exactly. Were heading toward this itty-bitty village called Albareto. Yea, I mean if you blink you’ll miss this one. Kirsten found that they hold a mushroom festival here and was going. OK!
We drive & drive & drive turn after turn, up and over the hills though the valleys and finally; we found it.
You would be amazed hundreds of people and everyone eating mushrooms any way you would want them. Fried, stewed, raw and something that just didn’t look normal. You could buy mushroom cheese, butter and oil.
After walking through all the mushroom vendors and having,
I must say a delicious lunch we climbed back into the car.
Where are we going, I don’t know, Kirsten speaks up I read about Castel Arquato.
We head toward Castell Arquato, it’s right on the edge of the Po Valley. I’m thinking we’ll stay there tonight and then go into Alba the next day. Sounds like a plan.
We make it to Castell Arquato and there are No rooms. There is festival going on and it’s full.
The last time Kirsten and I cut across the Po valley we said never again. Here we are scared as we go into the Po Valley. Bea is in the back seat you guys a bunch of chickens theirs always a room. No Bea this is the Po Valley there are no rooms me might have to sleep in the car. You bunch of crybabies. You’ll see you just wait.
Still no room and it’s getting late, Bea’s getting worried maybe your right this area just doesn’t have many rooms. I’m worried, told you so…..
Finally after reviewing multiple crack house hotels Kirsten turn the corner and the sky opens and there it is; a BEST
WESTERN on the horizon. Hal Aula, Hal Aula.
Kirsten pulls in and says it’s probably very expensive, I walk into the lobby. It looks very expensive; I ask DU YOUs have any ROOMA. The guy behind the counter looks at me and cocks his eye. In perfect English, why yes we do, great I’ll take it. I couldn’t get my credit card out quick enough. I go out to the car Kirsten and Bea are looking pretty tried and I say, we gotta a room. Both perk up and grab their stuff and head toward the room. Just like in Parma, it’s a business hotel and it’s pretty nice.
We go into town thinking we’ll fins a nice restaurant, we get lost. We finally decide on a sidewalk café and have pizza and a beer. It wasn’t worth the gas; we saw the two bronze horses that Bea read about in the DK book.
Great room, I slept great. Someone else didn’t. Hard bed.
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