Dolce Vita and again it’s the encounters.
When I put the pictures together for the report, Petra said: “Nobody will believe us again!” My answer: I don’t care, we know it was like that. We are traveling in the mountains of northern Italy. Not at hotspots like Lake Garda, no above and below. We pick up hitchhikers on our tours. A couple on their honeymoon from the Middle East.
After we have dropped you off at your destination, we will drive on. At almost 2000 meters at the end of a street we find a place to stay. After a while we can hardly believe our eyes. The two of them were looking for us with their car. They thought it was so nice because we had offered them dinner during the short drive that they wanted to get to know us better. We now have an invitation to your home.
On to Lombardy. We find a secluded spot on the banks of the Po. We just got there through harvested fields. After a romantic evening, a local suddenly comes by and starts to be interested in us. We chat for a while in Italian and French. Schwuptiwup, he invites us to his home for the next morning. We really live in a great world.
