Simple Airbnb breakfast
After a light breakfast at the Airbnb, Wednesday was another battle on the roads for me. I have to say though that after experiencing city traffic I really began to appreciate the Autostrada. I had to get from Trento to Tuscany, which was about 320km for the day. I quickly realised that I would end up traveling more slowly on Italian roads, and ended up taking around 4.5 hours. It’s just a by-product of more stress, and thus more stops.
Lunchtime view
The stops weren’t bad though – at least I wasn’t as exhausted. I figured out that there’s a few really nice restaurants along the way and stopped at one which was built across the Autostrada to give a view of both lanes.
Todays Airbnb today was an old mansion which was being converted into a small hotel. Super old on the outside, and still lots of building going on, but also super modern on the inside, including aircon and a new bathroom. Pretty great!
The town was nearby, so I went to grab some pizza at a place which had really good reviews.
Fresh mushroom pizza
When I got there I realised it was some sort of little grocery store which also made pizza. Attempting to order the pizza, the older Italian lady made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in speaking anything but Italian and didn’t seem interested in serving me unless I figured out exactly what to say. THAT was a first for me – usually I can get by with hand waving and switching through various languages. Ah well, not everyone is tourist friendly I guess, so I took my business down the road to another little pizza shop. There I had an excellent fresh wood-fired mushroom pizza… For 5 EU, as opposed to the 15 at the first place. The little shop reminded me of Mondo Pizza back in Adelaide, except for when it first started. The son, about 15, helped dad run the shop and setup a table for me to have the pizza there. I loved the place, though it really wasn’t anything special other than a complete contrast to the first place: We didn’t
Ice-cream!
share a word in the same language but managed to have a full conversation. The dad bought the pizza place last year, and his wife goes to the market every morning for fresh ingredients. The secret to Italian pizza? Fresh ingredients and made with love. I was pretty happy with my dinner and headed back, picking up an ice-cream on the way.
In the Motel I updated the blog a bit, because they had good wifi, before dropping into bed exhausted.
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