After the rain

The third full day of biking began inauspiciously; I heard heavy rain during the night, and we woke to see a very dark sky and wet pavement. My spirits were considerably dampened as well. I knew it would take more than a little rain to dissuade my partner from setting out on our proscribed route, though! I layered on an extra pair of socks as well as my rain slicker under my lime green riding jacket.

Even though the ground was wet, we got in two full hours of bike riding before rain drops began to pelt down in earnest. We knew that there was a train station about two thirds of the way into the route, and it was mutually agreed upon that we'd take the train on into our evening's destination, Treviso. Another hour and a half riding through rain was not pleasant, but showed me that I can even do the hard stuff.

Our hotel was quite charming, and I even exclaimed when I took off my wet socks that the floors were heated. As it turns out, that wasn't the case. My feet were just so cold that the floor felt warm to me! The rain dried up, and we went out walking in this pretty little Northern Italian city which appears to be quite prosperous. As always, we were scoping out more than one restaurant possibility.

They take food quite seriously here, and we popped in and out of all sorts of shops filled with pasta, mushroms, parma ham and sausages, beautiful vegetables, jars of every kind of preserve and honey, and (naturalement) wine.

A cozy little restaurant called Trattoria Toni del Spin provided Steve with some delicious pumpkin gnocchi with cheese, and me with rabbit stew atop creamy sage polenta.

All's well that ends well!