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  • Day 12

    Bassano del Grappa

    April 21 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Das entzückende Städtchen Bassano del Grappa ist eine wahre Perle im Norden von Italien. Gelegen am Ufer der Brenta, mit dem atemberaubenden Blick auf die Berge, verzaubert dieser Ort mit einer Kulisse wie aus dem Bilderbuch.

    Das Wahrzeichen ist die Ponte Vecchio, die rote Holzbrücke aus dem 13. Jahrhundert, welche über den Fluss Brenta führt. Berühmt ist Bassano del Grappa obendrein für die Grappa-Destillerie, wo seit Generationen der bekannte italienische Schnaps hergestellt wird.

    Eine wirklich entzückende Stadt und (trotz) Ostermontag war ganz Italien hier.
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  • Day 6

    Bassano del Grappa

    April 1 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Heute erkunden wir die Stadt. Zuerst zur Ponte Vecchio das Wahrzeichen, eine alte Holzbrücke. Danach auf der Piazza Liberta einen ☕ und dann die Altstadt Gassen. Ein leckeres Mittagessen zum Abschluss. Dann war Faulenzen am Runner angesagt.Read more

  • Day 5

    Runter vom Berg.

    March 31 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Wir standen auf 950m. Heute Morgen waren die Berge rundherum weiss. Es war saukalt und windig. Zeit abzuhauen. Bis Bassano del Grappa sind es ca. 210 km. Dafür brauchen wir über Landstraßen ca. 4 Std. Eine Prämie für Untertage haben wir auch verdient, soviele Tunnel. Jetzt haben wir unser Ziel erreicht und machen einen ersten Rundgang. Morgen dann mehr.Read more

  • Day 16

    Bassano del Grappa

    July 5, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    One of our most special days so far, confirming that travel is enriched by the people we meet along to way. We were invited to stay with Alina, a young Italian lady we met on the Camino at our retreat in Rabanal. Although we were only together for a short time (2 nights) she and Jane connected immediately. She had to stay there for a week while she recovered from tendonitis and now believes she was meant to be there as she was able to spend days with the priests and brothers to help deal with the recent loss of loved ones. We met again briefly when she arrived in Santiago which was such lucky timing as we had just returned from our bicycle trip.

    On our way from Bergamo to Bassano, we stopped for a walk,, an ice cream and lunch at Largo de Garda, a huge lake surrounded in the north by mountains. It is a very popular Italian summer holiday spot.

    It was lovely arriving at Alina’s home to a warm welcome. We set off for a walk to her home town where she acted as the walking tour guide while we shared Camino stories. We had an aperitif (one of those things the Italians do that we have embraced) with her mother and sister on on of the main squares of the town. We then walked home for a shower before heading off into the mountains to one of her favourite restaurants which was just like in the movies. We ate the most delicious, authentic Italian meal as the sun set …

    The next morning was raining lightly so we had a slow start before finishing the guided tour walk. One of the favourite stops was her favourite ice cream place where her cousins works. It’s hard to keep,describing the food but wow, you could actually taste the fruit in the sorbet and I had a cassata like never before. We did some food shopping and then went home for lunch.

    Ok, now the food Alina made for us …. It was wonderful to experience how important food is in their culture. When we arrived she offered us a drink served with strawberries in a juice. Then after a rest and before heading out she gave us a tart she had made with her own homemade orange jam / marmalade. In the morning for breakfast we had toast with her homemade marmalade, fruit and muesli and then another tart. And then before leaving she made a “quick 2 course lunch” with beans and a caprese salad and then pasta with a homemade tomato sauce. All this in less than 24 hours but it was her way of inviting us into her home and feeling welcome.
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  • Day 23

    Das war's, (Klick bait 😜)

    June 27, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ⛅ 32 °C

    Gefahrene km: 80km
    Höhenmeter: 306m ⛰️↗️

    die Alpen liegen hinter mir und morgen bin ich in Venedig.

    Wie kommts?! Nun ja ich habe mich heute morgen über meine Reise und meine Pläne mit meinem Platznachbarn beim Frühstück unterhalten und der sagte dann, "warum fährst du nicht einfach hier im Tal weiter, ist auch eine schöne Strecke".
    Nach etwas Hin und her und für und wieder, hab ich mich dazu entschlossen den kurzen Weg mit noch weniger Höhenmeter zu nehmen.

    Am Anfang war der Weg recht langweilig und ich fing an, an meiner Entscheidung zu zweifeln.
    Doch der Weg wurde immer schöner und war hervorragend ausgebaut und lief parallel zu einem Fluss mit schönem kalten klaren Wasser. Was mir zum Mittag bei der Hitze und schwüle sehr gelegen kam und ich mich etwas abkühlen konnte.
    Im weiteren Verlauf ging es durch kleine wunderbare Dörfer. So wie man sich Italien vorstellt. In einem kleinen Örtchen bin ich in ein Eiscafé und hab mir ein Eis geholt und Kaffee getrunken. Was hier aber Espressos sind.
    Wuste ich nicht und so habe ich zur allgemeinen Belustigung beigetragen.
    Auch bin ich mit einem ins Gespräch gekommen der fasziniert von meinem Fahrrad war.
    Beim Eis essen beobachte ich den Himmel und den Bergkamm zum anderen Tal mit Sorge den es wird immer dunkler und das Wetterradar verheißt nichts Gutes. Allerdings schafft es das Unwetter nicht die Berge zu überwinden, und so bleibt es trocken.
    Einen Schrecken bekomme ich zum Abend noch einmal als ich an dem in meiner Karte eingezeichneten Campingplatz stehe. Hier ist keiner.
    Also frage ich im Gebäude neben an nach. Seit covid ist der Campingbetrieb eingestellt, aber ich darf gerne hier auf der Wiese mein Zelt aufstellen. Hier habe ich frisches Wasser Tisch und Bänke. Nur Dusche und WC kann er nicht anbieten. Aber das stört nicht weiter.

    Und eben wie ich hier so schreibe kommt der Besitzer noch mal zu mir mit zwei Papiertüten und schenkt mir frisches selbst gebackenes Brot, zwei Stück, und Tomaten aus dem Garten. Frühstück ist also gesichert.
    Abendbrot hatte ich leider schon.

    Bis morgen zum letzten radeltag, wenn alles glatt läuft. 👋🐧🐧🐧
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  • Day 28

    Bassano del Grappa

    June 25, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    Today we met Verena and Albert (and Mim the dog) and they drove us to Asolo. We enjoyed a lovely lunch in a small restaurant and walked around the historic city centre.
    In the evening we returned to the Ponte Vecchio and drank the famous Mezzoemezzo aperitivo and watched the sun go down (still 30 degrees).Read more

  • Day 4

    Bassano del Grappa

    September 27, 2024 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    Auch ein ganz süßes Städtchen mit der alten Holzbrücke.
    Bassano del Grappa = zum Fusse des Grappa dh des Monte Grappa.
    Also, der Name kommt nicht von dem Getränk Grappa, sondern der Name des alkoholischen Getränks Grappa kommt vom Monte Grappa.
    Der Monte Grappa ist über 1700 m hoch.
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  • Day 72

    Italy: Bassano del Grappa

    September 21, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    From Lake Bled, we drove through the mountains (named the 'PreAlps') of North-eastern Italy. Dominated by tiny, quaint little ski towns like Tarvisio, our initial impression of Italy was a good one! Both Emz and myself had been to Venice before so had decided to skip this and drive further inland. We stayed in a town called Bassano del Grappa just for a night. Unfortunately, due to our 2 sleepless nights in Slovenia, we were both absolutely exhausted and thus just wanted a quick meal and some much needed rest! So, much to my chef of a twin sister's disgust (who had coincidentally just done a culinary tour of Italy), our first meal in Italy was to be a Turkish Doner Kebab.😂 I'm not sure what food Italy is famous for, but is this not it?🤔😂
    The only other incident on our 1 night stay in this town is Olaf's battery was flat when we woke up the next morning. Now this wasn't his fault and it was entirely due to a failed experiment on my part. We've had a mini car fridge which we've travelled with from the very start, and at every stop we've been careful to take the fridge out of the car and connect it to the 240v mains of our accommodation rather than leave it running on the car battery. Now obviously this is a bit of a mission to do each time we stop and where we were staying in this town was up 2 flights of stairs. So I decided we should take a chance and leave it running on the car battery. I mean, how much power could it ultimately be using, right?💁🏻‍♂️ Well, it turns out enough to flatten the battery. 😔 As a silver lining though, we got to meet a nice Italian guy who decided to help us and I got to use the jumper leads I'd specifically bought for an incident such as this and it was good to know they worked!😁 Oli was back in action!😁
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  • Day 27

    Bassano del Grappa

    June 24, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    We departed beautiful Slovenia and headed to Italy - if was a quite a journey. Bus from Bled to Ljubljana, train to Bassano del Grappa via Trieste and Venice finally arriving at 10.30pm. We have a beautiful apartment by the river (the host kindly picked us up from the station) and we completed the evening with an aperitivo at one of the many lively bars.Read more

  • Day 5

    Grappa-ling with Departures

    October 27, 2024 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 66 °F

    For our final day in lovely Bassano del Grappa, the four of us spent the day walking through the town, viewing the architecture and the historical sites.

    We walked to Bassano's beautiful but tragic Viale dei Martiri (Avenue of the Martyrs). Here, during World War II, 31 members of the Italian Resistance were brutally hanged from the 31 trees as punishment for opposing the fascists. Each tree is dedicated to the Resistance member who was murdered there. It's shocking and chilling, particularly given current political events in the US and Italy.

    We strolled through the town gate, Porta Dieda, and admired its Renaissance frescoes that still remained vibrant over 500 years later.

    We stopped in at Libreria Palazzo Roberti, a bookstore I'd seen mentioned in Architectural Digest as "one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world." This bookstore is a 17th century palazzo, and Napoleon himself once lived here. From the bookstore floor, it isn't so impressive; but our friends asked a clerk if we could view the upstairs rooms. And Architectural Digest wasn't exaggerating; the clerk unlocked the doors to a stunning, fresco'ed ballroom with a Murano chandelier.

    We walked along the River Brenta, and stopped to view Villa Ca' Erizzo Luca, the villa where Ernest Hemingway convalesced after being injured in World War I. Like the rest of Bassano del Grappa, the villa and its setting is historical, serene, and elegant.

    Our flight back to Barcelona was at 10pm, so we settled in for a late lunch on the main piazza. I discovered a delicious regional specialty- bigoli con anatra, or thick pasta with duck ragú. With a Campari Spritz, this was a perfect farewell meal to the Veneto region.

    After some limoncello shots, we caught a 5pm train to Venice, to spend a bit of time there before our flight. And that would be the end of our adventure.

    Well, except that....

    1. On the train to the airport, at about 6pm, we received an email from Vueling Airlines saying oopsie, so sorry...your flight has been cancelled! But no worries, they could rebook us on the next flight to Barcelona...on FRIDAY. Five days from now.

    (Luckily, after an hour or so of research, I found an Iberian Airlines flight at 6am tomorrow morning. Instead of a two-hour direct flight, it was now five hours with a connection through Madrid. This also meant that we had to spend a night at an airport hotel, because I ain't sleeping in Venice Airport. But thanks to EU regulations, Vueling is on the hook for our expenses. So there, stupid Vueling.)

    2. In Venice, we bought airport bus tickets to get to our airport hotel. Imagine our surprise when the bus was cancelled (AFTER they took our €20), because hey, it's Sunday night!

    (Luckily, I managed to convince another bus driver to let us hitchhike on his bus out of pure pity.)

    3. When we finally arrived in Barcelona, we boarded the airport bus...only to be kicked off halfway home because there was a transit strike today.

    This was an inelegant ending to an otherwise amazing weekend.
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