.....The BiKeWriTeR

Self-appointed body guard

After 75 miles I finally landed at Montalto di Castro. A boy on a scooter used an app on his phone to translate and finally wrote “follow me” as he led me to a campsite on the coast.

It took less than a minute to meet my new neighbors – an energetic group of Italian kids around 6-9 years old. The girls were in the majority. They liked to watch videos of themselves. They also really liked my chips, and Amelia became my self-appointed new best friend and assistant.

Amelia was there when my helmet fell to the ground. She was there when I dropped my lock. She took a break, or so I thought, but came back riding her bike.

Amelia kept an eye on me as I set up my nest for the night. She was eager to be my chip tester, and so were the rest of her siblings.

My personal security. This campsite has everything.  ðŸ™‚

Chip testing draws a crowd. (right) That’s Amelia and two other girls in her clan. You could hear Mom yell “Uno!”  They all grabbed a handful.  I guess in their minds, uno meant “one” handful!

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