To Bid Farewell

In Verona, I had a layover of almost two hours (for Giacomo it was even more relaxed, as he prolonged the journey and returned home on Sunday) so we decided to get lunch. We found a charming littleWeiterlesen
Like Father, Like Son

Some of you may recognize my jersey: it belonged to my father, who died in an mountaineering accident two months prior.
Although this trip was never planned with my dad in mind, the vacancy that hisWeiterlesen
Reminiscing

On my train back to Innsbruck I had plenty of time to reflect on the bike trip.
As the adrenaline wore off, the exhaustion was catching up with me. It was mixed with pride - we did what we set out toWeiterlesen
Recollection

It's been a year since we started our adventure, yet we still remember it vividly - we tend to these memories like a garden, so that we may return again and again in our minds and find delight in ourWeiterlesen