Stop to write.
I think my shoes can afford it but not sure about my feet.
Up hill now! Up is hard.
And it’s hot.
I think I almost reach Incisa.
Only a slice of melon since 7.00 am but I don’t feel like to eat, just thirsty.
Can’t sing, Linda! Not only because I am alone on the road, but also because I don’t have enough “fuel” to sing…
“Country road, take me home…”
Actually I try to sing a little when no cars are passing by.
“…to the place I belong…”
A grape garden.
A cock crows.
This part of the route is not much fun.
Actually the initial idea of this walk sprang from what somebody's told me: “Tuscany country roads are natural paradise.”
Wondering if it’s worthwhile to do this.
But it can't never always be fun. Isn't it?
Turn right at the sign pointing to Firenze.
Keep walking. Feet hurt. No sign of Incisa.
There’s a sign of something else. God, I may have taken the wrong way.
A man on horseback smiles at me, I say "Ciao".
Asking a man working in his garden for the direction to Incisa.
Yes, I took the wrong way, so walk back a little.
Feet hurt. Toes rub against each other, hurt.
I have been walking for 4 hours.
Trying to find some sign of Incisa, then I will stop.
Oh, there, it’s the sign “Incisa”. It’s 11.00 am.
