Smell of pizzas and dream of less traffic in Italy

The first foreign country where my bicycle 'brings' me. For sure, not the most exotic one and not the most pleasant to cross because of the incredible traffic on the roads at any moment of the day (except Sundays, not because they all pray at church but because of the God Football) But it's not as dramatic as it sounds. Italy is a beautiful country and everyday is parties on the road. Especially towards Bergamo and in the small mountains around. There's a lot of cyclists here (I don't speak about the incredible prostitution along the roads and near the cities, there is a lot as well...). One day I find myself in the middle of a bicycle race (of course all of them drive quicker than me) and the cars of the teams don't forget to comment the look and the bicycle's stuff I'm carrying when they pass by me.

For me Verona and Venice will remain the prettiest cities. The smell of the pizzas while driving, the people who support me like if it was the Giro (the biggest bicycle Italian race), the churches almost belling the beginning of the football match and the attacks of mosquitoes and insects of all kind as soon as I set up my tent in a field, that's all the feelings I keep in mind of Italy.

In Verona, I'm calling in vain Julietta at her balcony but she doesn't show up, probably because I don't have the last Alpha Romeo... And on the way to Venice I'm meeting Roberto, driving like crazy from France to East Germany (from where he comes from). And because he has only a few baggages we’re making an appointment at the only place we know about Venice: The square where are all the pigeons, the square San Marco. At this time I don't suspect that it's necessary for me to climb almost twenty bridges to get to this place. A real nightmare, but the positive aspect, because there's always one, is that I get slowly but surely