Ian, Jan and Sam after the Marci di Chiavari. 12 gruelling kilometers of jogging up and then down into Chiavari. Real sport for real men.
Feeling a bit peckish after that, Sam Sarah and I headed off into the hills of Santa Stefano d'Avento for a hearty lunch at one of those places that after you sit down, the food just appears... and never stops coming.
Gotta love the senile old lady serving the food - sweet and complete with pink stockings! As she exited the kitchen, she just shouted the name of the dish and we pointed to where it belonged. Priceless. Then, after eating way too much pasta, polenta, scaloppina, fries - even dessert, for little money, we pushed ourselves from the table and hiked to a secluded "prato" with a stream and laid down a blanket. A little light reading then a little light napping...
and we were golden!
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How wonderful .... I am not sure if you heard through the family grapevine, but my daughter is running her first NYC Triathlon, in fact she is now signed up for three NYC being the "BIG" race ... with a swim in the ole Hudson River ICK! I will keep you posted!
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