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Tuscany, “Il bambino di Lamole” and John and Anne from UK.<\/p>\n\n

Emilia Romagna, like the rest of Italy, has completely dried up except for the irrigation ditches. Everything longs for rain. Many abandoned workplaces here too. Companies, homesteads and residential buildings. Everything results from nature, which repeats what we humans have wrested from it.<\/p>\n\n

Emilie Romana something rings in my head. Ferrari and Cesare also recommended Lamborghini to me.<\/p>\n\n

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So let’s go to the air-conditioned museum. A recommended pastime. If you are here anyway! Very nice landscape, if it weren’t that hot again.<\/p>\n\n

We continue towards Tuscany. In a very deep gorge we find a cool place to stay overnight. Right on the river next to a small town. The cool water immediately casts a spell on me. A pleasant 17 \u00b0 C water temperature relaxes my mind.<\/p>\n\n

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We found out that the distance information is very funny. Florence 32 km, at the next crossroads it is only 17 km. We do not care. We don’t have to go on a train.<\/p>\n\n

The region of Chianti, Greve and especially the town of Lamole make a lasting impression on us. It’s Sunday and I think I should go to a Ristorante with my sweetheart today. Just like a few years ago in Spain, I have a small town in the mountains in mind. Lucky me, at the right moment my first chief navigator says here on the left. When we ask a few locals for directions on a gravel path, they send us to Lamole.<\/p>\n\n

Direct hit: I park Max in the small piazza right next to a local Defender.<\/p>\n\n

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I reserve a table for two at the Ristoro di Lamole. We sit in the piazza and watch the goings-on. Mama comes by with a Bambino to visit grandma, who lives in the piazza. Again it is Max who opens the hearts of the locals to us. The little boy naturally inspects Max’s inner workings. After a while, Grandma gets curious and comes out of her house. She sits on the small bench next to the front door and we talk a long time about our trip and how great it is here in Chianti and Greve. The young mother reveals a lot of secret places where it is particularly good to spend the night. She also recommends the \u201cRistoro di Lamole\u201d. What can I tell you. Hammer! Everything fits there. First of all, there are people who take a 45 minute drive to eat there. Thanks John and Anne for the great conversation.<\/p>\n\n

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You can get it there, great Italian cuisine. The boss immediately took us into his heart and asked for our names. On the way back we will certainly be there again.<\/p>\n\n

Address:<\/p>\n\n

Ristoro Di Lamole<\/p>\n\n

Via Lomole, 6, Franzione<\/p>\n\n

50022 Lamole<\/p>\n\n

FI, Italy<\/p>\n\n

The red wine from the chef, which he makes himself together with his friend, is particularly recommended.<\/p>\n\n

PS: The tiramisu is better than mine.<\/p>\n\n

Friends of ours have their roots in Rome. Of course we’re going there. We park Max in Aurelia and take the bus into town. The bus driver, the cool sock, doesn’t want to sell us a ticket. He explains to us that he will drop us off at a metro stop and that we should buy a ticket for the city there. Ha, how cool is that? We do it as it tells us to. (A little insider)<\/p>\n\n

We are overwhelmed. The gigantic buildings from antiquity.<\/p>\n\n

You have to experience it live to understand it. Even Notre Damme in Paris is a toy in comparison to these buildings.<\/p>\n\n

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On to Naples. We look around for a gas station. Fuel prices in Italy are steep. Approx. \u20ac 1.60 per liter. After trying in vain to buy diesel with a credit card at a petrol station, I get in and drive away. There are already idiots in this world. I am one of them. I opened the tank first and then walked to the machine. I idiot left the lock on the bumper, which is now in the ditch somewhere outside Naples. So, plastic bags with elastic bands have to do it too for now. There is a Land Rover dealer in Naples. But, as it turns out, only for modern vehicles. The further south we go, the more dirt and rubbish we see on the streets. Naples is an exception. It is so filthy here that one is afraid to get out.<\/p>\n\n

We drive over Vesuvius to Pompeii.<\/p>\n\n

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The Pompeii, buried and dug up again by the volcano, is extremely impressive. Check it out. It gives us the impression: So, the outbreak is over, we have cleaned everything up again, and we go on.<\/p>\n\n

In the evening we find ourselves at 1000 meters. After driving on a road that is not really allowed, south of Castellammare di Stabia, in the \u201cBar del Belvedere\u201d. It lives up to its name. You have a fantastic view from Capri to Naples. The lights of the night do not illuminate the rubbish and filth in Naples so it is very nice to look at. The landlord speaks fluent Spanish and French and has an excellent kitchen.<\/p>\n\n

Whoever is here is sure to take you with them, the famous Amalfi Coast. Very nice! If you have time! After four hours and 20 km, we break the whole thing off and drive back over the mountain to Pompeii. Via the autostrada to Salerno. The Amalfi Coast is beautifully romantic and impressive. The means of transport for exploring is at most a scooter. Many have recognized that. The good thing about the scooters is that at least we have the impression that there are no rules for them. Back and forth, back and forth, alone, in twos or threes, no traffic rules. The traffic rules are not taken very seriously anyway.<\/p>\n\n

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You get the impression that they are more of a recommendation. You can keep it or not. But! It runs. Great.<\/p>\n\n

From Campania, Basilicata we continue towards Calabria. Apart from the all-present rubbish and run-down, abandoned and dilapidated buildings, the landscape here is again beautiful to look at. It is fun to swim and spend the night in the secluded bays. Everywhere we find farmers on the street who sell their goods directly from small trucks. We can also find drinking water in the small villages, at public taps. It is very nice to live the day like this here. Water is very important! It’s the end of September and it’s 36 \u00b0 C.<\/p>\n\n

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The south coast of Calabria is very dry. For our taste, however, the nicer one. We wonder if it’s always so lonely here?<\/p>\n\n