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allora, today I‘m going to the holiday domicile of my great-aunt

sleep was good, the other guys in my shared room were complete lie-abeds.. so I tried stayin as calm as possible when leaving for breakfast which was nice and featured a portafilter coffee option (included but otherwise 0,90€😍😍😍!) and the best bread I‘ve had in this country and packing up for leaving again. In total 91€ was worth it; very central, good atmosphere, modern and clean environment, breakfast and welcome drink inc.
But I as late as ever, 9:51 instead of 9am. But I never rushed things because that’s just not the vibe and could result in forgetting sth or other troubles so here we go. Riding by a ceremony which also hosted a 4-star admiral who was just 1.5m from me felt special in the morning. First quest: 430m above sea level. Easy going, little sweat and looots of bikers (un- &motorized) going the other direction promised a beautiful scenery and roads to ride on. It turned out that way and after the top roads were declining juust a little bit. Awesome. That part felt so great. Little bit of tailwind, nice. Good progress was made there. My parents contacted me the night before telling me they would stop by Milano when travelling from france to switzerland, and knew I was somehow around as well. So we decided to meet up which made me do the first 160k to milano in one go, which was working quite well considering I‘ve had some hard and especially long days in the saddle.
I made it to the beautiful city and we met up, my mum gave me some extra clothing for the colder days being an extra tshirt and long pants.
We had a coffee before they left and I furtherly discovered the must-sees of the city.
Then I started the second part of the day - 100kms with a 500m mountain finish to the house where I‘ld stay a few nights to relax, reconsider life thoughts and just take a breath of fresh mountainous lake air.
That was easy as well, whilst rolling along Lago Maggiore when a car pulled up next to my, sayin in german: „You’re Severin right? You’re doin italy by bike huh?“ I didn’t even get his name and didn’t recognize him. It felt like a strangers push of motivation in a bike race but out in the open, so good.
climbed up the last hill in the night with no street lights and even without paving for the last few hundred meters. But hell yea, I made it:)

cooked some diy pasta and fell to bed

Time to relax and think, getting back to you all on friday. (urgencies=📞)

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