Declaring herself, “not ready for my close up,” Jessamyn looks nonetheless pretty great to me. The stylish glasses, the big hug, the warm smile….all of it warms a mother’s heart. And we’re off to Italy…
Raul meets us at the Florence airport holding a big sign:
inGamba, our hosts for the next week….is a slang Italian expression that means “in the know”, or “the right path.”
The idea is, we’ll have the same experiences as pro cycling racers….the good parts anyway!…fabulous food, great scenery, free clothes—well, included… A soigner, to take care of us, complete with massages every day. Pro racers to guide us around, Pinarello carbon bikes, not sure whether to be more nervous or excited. There are certainly hills aplenty.
We’re staying in Borgolecchi, a fab bed and breakfast, and will tended tip to toe. More schmantzy than usual for me, but Jessamyn’s along and it seems the moment.
An hour and half in the car, the scenery just keeps getting more Italian, cutesy and wonderful. Olive trees, rolling hills. Beautiful…and tomorrow we’ll be biking them! Keeping our fingers crossed that the rain departs.
