82 kms mostly flat
All but one cyclist got past the barricade. I fell sideways slipping off my pedal.
The walled city of Pama something. Much like Lucca.
A bug day. Clouds of flying ants smacking our faces and bodies. Kept our mouths shut.
Rustling leaves of huge fields of dried corn. The hard kind for cornmeal and flour, we supposed.
Time out as Damir fixed another flat
Arrival at our near the beach hotel
Trish’s first Apercol spritz
Delores came back from her swim commenting on the sea of umbrellas.
She didn’t exaggerate.
The Adriatic Sea
The wonderful fine sand patterns
Imagining the crowds if all umbrellas were taken. But the crowds had left.
Mosquitos attacked for the first time here, but the seafood was delicious!