Breakfast of pistachio croissant and ample cups of cappuccino to fuel me, a pharmacy stop for stronger anti-mosquito lotion, although I fear it's bolting stable doors, then off into the rolling vineyards of some serious wine country
For the first time on the Via, a toilet! It's worth saying that I do spend a fair proportion of the walking day looking for a secluded spot for relief; the wooded sections are fine, those long ones along roads are agony, and, in the northern rice fields, where there's no undergrowth and a multiply-windowed farmhouse generally looming nearby, you can guarantee that just as I found a suitably angled corner of a ditch, a tractor would suddenly sprout up out of the ground, where previously there'd been not a soul in sight. I would have kissed the owner of this vineyard, had they been around.
It did occur to me, when reading about kicking the day off with a few cappuccinos, how you were faring when the inevitable became an issue. My own experience of Italian public facilities is that many are little more than a porcelain hole in the ground, not so far removed from your resorting to a ditch.
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