From what I understood, each region of Italy was in charge of its own section of the Via Francigena. This had created an interesting mix of trails since leaving the Great St Bernard Pass.
There was also a long distance trail called the Rû Des Vins – or wine route – and we followed a lot of it. It was a really nice trail, like the section above, and they often had exercise equipment along to help enhance conditioning. I’m not sure if it got used – I didn’t see anyone else on it the whole time – but the idea was awesome.
And Then This…
Then the trail would become a meandering path that would disintegrate into flattened grass in someone’s orchard/yard or a narrow path in the forest. Or even worse, where it was so overgrown I yelped as I untangled myself from the grasping hands of blackberry bushes.
We’re Going Where?
Sometimes it felt like the trail took us into the hills to pass by a part of their history: a chapel (usually locked), some ruins, a nice little town, but there were never any cafés or hotels opened to rest at, or at which to meet locals and other travellers.
One thing’s for sure, though. Italians have put a lot of effort into this trail.
Still Feeling Off
I was still feeling off. I’d start to feel nauseous around eleven or noon. Then I’d rest till I felt better. It eased the discomfort sufficiently to continue.
Many things were going on, and I wasn’t entirely sure this was solely physical. Things had changed at home, and I would be returning mid-October. This had freed me from having to rush to get to Rome before the end of October, but some of the motivation for the trail seemed to have fled with it. But I didn’t spend too much time on it. I just put one foot in front of the other.
We got to this rocky section in the forest. And I thought, Oh my God, this is like the exercise equipment on the hiking/running trail. The planners thought the trail was too easy and boring, and added some challenge to it.
The trail ended at this rocky ledge. I couldn’t help but think this didn’t look good. There was no trail on the opposing hillside. We’d be going nearly straight down.
Right when you think there’s no rhyme to the reason for something, along comes the answer: a chunk of Roman Road, steep and beautifully paved. Has our modern civilization built anything that has proven so durable?