A New Beginning

A waist is a terrible thing to mind, especially in Italy

 During our month in Italy, we walked 135 miles, according to Carol’s misfit. The entire Italian peninsula is 600 miles long. That means in the course of walking to and from train stations and hotels, or to see stuff, or to figure out how we got lost and then on to pizza restaurants, we covered the equivalent of 22.5% of the entire peninsula. Looking at the east-west axis, we darn near walked the the entire 150 mile width of Italy.