Italy

I still smile when I writing this. but the Italians I like them. Soi furious, so full of temprament but it is something special that you have to see to believe it. Arived in Torino I decided to choose. Or stadio delli Alpi, or visiting the city centre. Because I don't like the way the route is signed out in Italy. And what do you think, am I joachim Vercaigne oir not. Of course I chosen the Old Glorz of the oldest football club in Italy. Stadio delli Alpi. They dont play there anymore, it is not beautifull, and it never was full with people but I wanted to see it once in my life.
So I am driving on a big road. A man in the car next to me is also waiting for the trafic lights to jump on green. His window was open and I asked the direction of the stadium. But the lights jump on green, the car behind him alreadz tromping. The man brings his head outside the car, his hand in the air. He wants to go to Delli Alpi he screamed that everybody could hear it. He said, come on, folloy me, I bring you there. A smile on my face, Italians, crazy about football, that's what I like.
With the scooter you stands always before the cars to wait for the traffic lights. And iut seems to me that the cars behind dont focus on the lights to be fast to accelerate, but they wants to tromp bewfore you have the time to accelerate. Unbelieveable.
But the most crazy thing I ever faced had still to come. I visited the centre of Milano after visiting the San Siro or Guisepp Meazza stadium. But I wanted to leave the centre at six o clock in the evening. Full of trafic, I never saw it before. After 1500 km on a scooter you feel safe and you use the thing where the people buy it for. To travel fast where the car is no option, the city centre. Where the Vespa is the king, I decided to drive like an Italian. The nice thing is that everybody thinks I am a Spaniard. I ask everything in Spanish because the two languages have a lot in comon. Thank you dad to always telling me how imnportant languages are, I realised it. But like a real Italian I crossed from the left side of the road to the other side, overtaking on the right side and I have to say, it was a uniaue experience that I maybe never can do anymore. But also, I liked it.
But the weather in Italz was also not my frind. I installed my tent on a Camping in Lecco and it started raining. No problemes I tought untill I realised it rains inside my tent. I cursed like a real spaniard and the man who ownes the camping came by. I tought, look now, a person with solidarity. Yeah right, in my dreams, he was fast to arange a bungalow for me, fifty euro's a night. I said you fucking bastard, I prefer to wait in the toilettes till the rain is over, but i don't pax you fifty euro. I praid to God that the rain would stop. He heard me, I could start drying my tent, and start sleeping. Prepared to escape when the rain started again. Another experience who gives the We Ride Against Cancer tour some extra colour. I like it, fool, loco or totally crazy. It doesn't mather for me.