mamòn and Antonio have decided to become saints. they propose to take me to Trieste by car. I think inside me maronnn the gratitude I have is immense. Taking the train with this bike is really too much. Will it weigh 50kg?
They take me to Draga, Val Rosandra, where I went for the first time in the summer of 2021 with Marta for a beer and in July with Rebecca to sleep in a tent. It is now my Friulian home, it seems nice to start from here. Then, let's face it, 200m in altitude dampens me... I load the bike, I hug Antonio, I hug my mum who is in tears omg come on mother fuck it's enough I'm crying and I'll come on. While I'm leaving she makes a video bye bye I stop 20m further to fill up with water and I see her reach me and say wait I didn't actually make the video..ok boomer mammaaaaa my favorite boomer deep a panzerotto my mom! Ok I'm off again but this time I don't turn around.
It's 3pm and today, if I do 20km, I'll be happy. I make 25. I have time to go in and out of Slovenia to enter Croatia where I decide to settle in a town made up of 3 houses and a church. I sleep next to the church, the climate is beautiful humid, very humid. I feel alone, all of a sudden. It hasn't happened to me in ages. Hectic weeks surrounded by people and pufff total nothingness. I sleep on it.