Acquapendente to Bolsena 10/9/17

10/9/18 Sunday
Day 38

Acquapendente-Bolsena 22 km

Thunderstorm

All pilgrims leave around 0600. In the bleak greyness of the dawn I see a porcupine scuttle across the road.
The rain quickly turns torrential; there's purple lightning illuminating the path and roaring thunder.
I shelter several times (under a tree or under a forgotten house) as the rain turns the path into rivulets of flowing mud. I walk 12 km to the first bar where I am met by the Brazilians, Russian pastor, Brits, the Italian and the Ex-pat. There's food, warmth and a reprieve from the storm.

As there's no buy-in on my suggestion to jump in a taxi, I decide to continue on the remaining 10 km walk with Wizard-pastor, Ex-pat and the Italian; the others wait the storm out for the day and night.
Somewhere along that treacherous 10 km stretch of wet and dark road to Bolsena (either before or after we four are separated from each other, and before or after we four are almost hit by a car), we stop at a camp ground where I slug a good measure of whiskey.

In Bolsena (after finding a place to stay and dry-out) I am again rewarded for efforts so heroic, by joining the Italian and Ex-pat and some others for A Very Nice Restaurant Lunch in a classy establishment. Quickly the conversation deepens: about QOL and being true to oneself.

We bring back a carafe of Italian wine for the Russian Pastor.

Dinner is again celebrated in Italian fashion at a restaurant humming with vibrancy. We have aperitifs in a square before heading there in the rain under the shelter of umbrellas.

7 Breakfast and whiskey
13 Restaurant lunch Bolsena
10 Accommodation St Christina
8 Drinks
10 Restaurant dinner










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