10.10.2020-faule Eier in Saturnia

10.10.2020

Dear friends,

what a day we had.

The first smell this morning was the tender scent of rotten eggs, a place to feel comfortable we found here. My excitement to finally see the creek up close and to go swimming in it rose unknowingly only, unfortunately it seemed that Dad didn't really share my joy because his book seemed much more exciting than our beautiful surroundings. So after bothering him a little bit with my eagerness, we finally got ready. But since we missed the shuttle bus perfectly and I couldn't risk Dad sitting down again, we just walked to the gently scented sulphurous water.

The turquoise-gray water shimmered like uncut quartz in the sun and sometimes jumped wildly, sometimes very tame from pool to pool. Occasionally the surprised legs of some people disappeared in a deeper spot, only to be immediately pulled out again. Children were jumping through the water like crazy, diligent photos were taken everywhere, and the camera often came dangerously close to the warm water. The perfect place to observe people, but not to relax. Therefore, we went to the creek above the waterfall that we had passed on the way here, here seemed to be the local population's bathing fun. Not without reason, much quieter and only every ten meters two people who were quietly chatting in a small natural bay. The water was warmer, but it also smelled more intense and the current became so intense at some points that I had to dig my feet into the pebbly bottom to sit down. A little paradise on this sunny day, which still lured with its moon in the sky.

Deeply relaxed and now officially smelling, we set off for our apartment. The shower was really necessary, but whether we can really get rid of the stench from all corners of our camper van remains to be seen. After a feeble attempt to lie down and rest a bit, we set off to our next destination: Pitigliano. It may not sound like much, but the view was simply magnificent.

The houses of the city were right on the cliff plunging into the depths and seamlessly merged into it. Even in the rock you could occasionally see small holes, which served as windows, but the city didn't look quite as spectacular from the inside. Again a very cute little old town, but that seems to be normal in Italy and because we have slowly become accustomed to cute little towns, we quickly set off again to our next viewpoint.

The Civita in Bagnoregio is already a work of art from afar, as it stands on its only small mountain in the midst of the valleys with its proud walls. The old buildings camouflage themselves like chameleons on the stone, only the tower of the castle stands out in the sky and proclaims its indestructibility to the world.

On our way to Sutri we passed incredible many cute little towns, but unfortunately our time is limited. We still have so much to do.

See you soon and luck comes easy to everyone, you don't have to earn it.