Another day - another kilometer. In the interest of health, I have decided to limit my days to more than 15 miles (24 kilometers) until the weather cools off a little. Today was a scant 13 flat miles, and I was breathing like I had climbed a mountain.
I enjoy seeing the pride each area in Italy takes in their local products.
I loved this house in Podenanza. Even the front columns are made of tile.
Look! Mountains in the background.
I am staying in a tiny little town called Cimafava.
I am not sure what this statue of the man/boy facing away means. Interesting.
This is my little resort, Hotel Mason di Vi. And I was more than glad to see it. I had pizza and salad for dinner. I had one of those AHA MOMENTS. I have been increasingly tired - weird tired - each day. Tonight, I couldn't get enough salt on my salad, and then it dawned on me. I have sweated so much that I have white streaks on the outside of the thick straps of my backpack. SALT! Back in the good old days, they used to give football players salt tablets when they trained in the summer. Maybe those coaches were on to something. I never heard of young athletes dying during practice until the last few years. We have made salt out to be evil but if you are hard exercising in the summer, you need it. I once read an article written by a respected long distance hiker that said, if salt taste really good then you need it. When it tastes too strong, you have had enough. I was licking it out of my hand and it was wonderful. Honestly, counting my salad and my pizza, I think I ate about 2 tablespoons full. And a half-hour later, I felt energized.
So it is a short blog. Tomorrow, I will be fighting the cows for their salt lick. LOL
Until tomorrow - God Bless.
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