Fast forward a bit to a town called Cupra

Its the 30th of July, the day after the big wedding, which was wonderful by the way, thanks again and. Onvradulations Elena and Francesco. Im riding the bike to the Adriatic coast for the first time ever. 30 ks   Or so and one big mountain hill, not bad. Anywho, a buddys train is delayed so we opt for aswim. The only thing i know about the mediterinian is that its cold so im not expecting too much. Well. Elie e me you it was a most pleasant surprise. Warmness. Yes warm and calm. I knew i was going to like it around here. And so i did. That same day i came across another smaller beach town called cupra. Quite, beautiful, but yet the turist vibes dont resinate around here. Its a strange sensation, one that puzzles me as if it cant be real. I think" beach town with nic beaches, wheres all the germans?"   So Navario pulls up in his lil yellow vespa, we talk bike adventure, then offers me a cozy spot to slep in his catamoran. Heck, why not. Long story short (i have afeeling theres going to be a lot of those) its the 11 of august and im still here. Anyplace where bikes rule the road speak to my heart in a silent language. I spend most of my time in San Benedetto but travel the coast from place to place depending on the mood. More people, less
People, more waves, les waves. You get the idea. As in right now, im sitting in some strangers chair infront of the sea at dusk. The sound of peaceful waves fill my ears and a slight breeze calms the soul. Appeareny the mosquitos just realized the serinity of the situation as well, so isuppose ill let them have it.