Nothing like going for extra miles to make you feel like real bikers.While the others go to one of the official approved restaurants in Bolgheri, we have a perfect, simple lunch in a local bar with the Osters. We could have been Italians, except for the bright clothes and our orange Wheaties jerseys.
On the way back we pass a beautiful town on the very top of a steep hill, and we know what we have to do. Once we arrive at the hotel we get directions, and then Adam and I take off with Bessie, Tim the Iron man, and the brother-sister team of Chris and Pam to conquer Castagneto Carducci.
It’s a bit of a climb. Bessie and Adam sprint ahead, then rest. Pamela puts her head down and pushes through, not stopping until she reaches the top.
It’s a typical Italian hill town, with beautiful views of the countryside. We feel lucky to be there, especially after gelato. We meet an old man who tells us stories about his time in the war, and his trip to
We have dinner and reception at our new hotel, a 5-star resort on the ocean. It’s beautiful, but a little too posh. Dinner lasts, no kidding, like three hours, with 45 minutes between each fru-fru course. It’s so long that Adam keeps getting hungry between plates, and he has to sneak back to the room for more food. The highlight is when Adam learns the balancing fork trick from Bessie, making sure all of his future dates will be impressed.
Afterward we all take a walk down the beach, which turns into a game of night soccer, which turns into running and diving into the ocean in our clothes, which turns into an unforgettable night. The guides go nuts, flinging their swim suits around and baying like crazed sea lions.
It’s late, after midnight, when we tromp through the classy hotel leaving a trail of sandy footprints behind us. It takes me a while to get all the sand out of the tub afterward, but I'm too happy to notice.
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