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Manhattan sees Hay
...for the first time ever, Adriana, from Manhattan, sees some hay. So, the trip no one could have prepared us for. Long story short, we drove out to the Sibillini mountains, and took a trek up the mountain, all while stylishly wearing a poncho. However, all we were told is "we're going on a hike." After about a hour (just to get to the beginning of the ascent), there are prepared-mountaineers coming down the trail we are about to climb. They are coming down adorning hiking boots, water-proof clothing, and hiking poles. We are in tennis shoes, jeans and, if we are lucky, a poncho. Once we FINALLY got up the mountain, we reached a chapel, which a used-to-be-hermit monk is, I believe, rebuilding. More info:
SanLeonardo. Despite the misty rain (which actually kept the temperature pretty cool), I loved it. It was a different way to experience Italy. Once at the top, we had a picnic at the chapel, and the monk awoke from his nap to come and see us! On the bus ride back to the hotel, we had to stop for a potty-break at an auto-stop, and we parked the Pullman between two others filled with Italian men. My best friend on the trip, Adriana, and I
Sibillini, and me
before the trek up were gawking at the Italian fashions. Fanny packs, leopard print leather shoes, tight jeans, pink sleeveless shirts: we couldn't get over it, nor even begin to understand it. After that exhausting day of hiking, we went straight to the Adriatic ocean to relax! It was a Sunday night, so not much was going on. We just hung out at the hotel, and enjoyed the beautiful evening weather out on the deck of the hotel. Che bello!
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