We left our gorgeous winery villa around 10am after an amazing breakfast that included local fromagi, fresh honey made right here at Musella and fresh walnuts picked from the grounds. Wow the combination was splendid, yet Christi commented that the flavor was like eating a chicken mcnugget with honey sauce (I think that is a good thing).
Back to the ride...
Guy and I made like urban couriers heading into Verona, a gorgeous city that was full of people and pagentry. It was a festival and you could feel the joyful spirit in the air. After enjoying a cafe in the square, we mounted our bikes and headed for the hills known for growing amarone! Yum!
We rode a ways, then climbed a ridge above Verona, actually seeing the names of the giro racers on the road...yes, we were on their route and climbing well.
After climbing nearly 3K feet, we quickly look for food as I was hitting a wall and Guy was getting quiet. Yum, a wonderful trattoria that filled our bellies. The help staff was hilarious as we had no languages in common.
From there we motored to lake guardia where you could smell the harvest and the crush of wine in the air. Our real mission to the lake was for Gelato then the 2 hour TT back to our villa.
Guy and I collapsed on the gorgeous soft lawn as the dogs played with us.
We just got wind that Ron Millar in our group, who just joined us yesterday, broke his collarbone on the ride. We are stalling dinner until they return from the hospital.
More to come...
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