The river was lovely with the morning mist, and I would have liked to have spent the day there and explored the city. Something inside pushed me on. I headed off, not feeling 100%, but better than the day before. It made me wonder. Was I sick? Or sick of the trail?
Interactions Make A Journey
This lovely woman sat on a picnic bench with her dog. Both stared out over a small lake. As I came upon them from behind, I saw her hand occasionally reach out and pet him. Otherwise, neither moved a hair.
It made me laugh, and I asked if I could take a photo. Maybe the best shot of the trip?
As I walked toward Viverone, the day’s destination, 21 km away, my eyes were constantly drawn back to the mountains I was leaving behind. The Tour du Mont Blanc had entrenched its beauty upon my soul. Nothing seemed to be able to surpass the experience and take my mind away from it.
We were back to walking in vineyards and backyards for a bit of this stage, and I took a wrong turn. Not for long, though. The trail I’d taken ended up at someone’s shed. I had to retrace my steps.
An artist had drawn/painted images with Disney cartoons and hung them all over Viverone. What brilliance! In another way, not so smart.
I followed them through town, and before I knew it, I was on the other side. This was where the official Via Francigena website ended the day’s walk, but I still felt pretty good and didn’t feel like going back to the hotel. Roppolo, a couple of km further, had many accommodation choices as opposed to only one choice in Viverone. It made me wonder why the VF website had ended the stage where there were so few options.
B & B Villa Emilia 1899 was one of the first houses in the town of Roppolo, and there were good reviews for it on the Cofraternity of Pilgrims resource page. I sauntered up to the door and rang the bell. A dog started barking like crazy, and a small square opened up in the door. I asked if she had space for the night. She told me to wait. A few seconds later, she came out of the gate on our right with the dog at her heels.
Yes, she had room. How much? Twenty-five euros a night.
When I got up to the room, I couldn’t believe it. There was a fully equipped kitchen, an eating area, big bathroom, large deck and a sitting/sleeping area. There was also a fancy bedroom which I didn’t use. It seemed sacrilegious to dirty anything else for 25 euros.
Loretta, the owner, had lived across the world. Her house overflowed with treasures, and she was very interesting to talk to. She’d also invited me for an Italian meal with friends. It was an impressive evening.
Highly recommended for anyone walking this way: B & B Villa Emilia. Her website is only in Italian, but she speaks English. It’s on your left as you enter the village.