My first rest day is approaching. To get there, it's just the tiniest of rides. As it's so short I decided to do a little detour to Certaldo. I listened to a podcast where they were talking about this little town and it sounded very exciting, but to be honest, not soo much to see here. But I got a cold drink, which I appreciated.
On the way to Vico d'Elsa I saw the first female solo biker, we just crossed and waived. It's great to see that people are slowly start biking, haven't seen so many yet. And yes, still very early spring. And that comes with unexpected puddles, big puddles. I was supposed to pass through a street, but the underpass was completely flooded. So I tried the next, but not a lot better. But decided to get through the mud, and well. My shoes are no longer white.
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My goal was to write every evening a summary of what happened. I did not manage to do that. It's a lot of work and in the end, I was glad in the evenings when I had something to eat and a beer. And obviously a place to sleep.
I'm now working on summarizing everything, which is not always easy, specially for these first few days. And what I forgot most often is the road or the exact path, I have moments I remember. I very clearly remember for example that I visited a coffeshop close by Vico d'Elsa, but I can't remember a lot of the things in between. I guess I will therefore mainly describe some situations and not so much about the road or climbs. I remember them, when they were really hard or really beautiful, but if they were just normal. Well, these memories are gone. Probably for the better, as I biked over 11000kms.
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