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Crying in the chapel…..

Arriving in Rome we were taken immediately to our hotel – The Giulo Cesare, where we were greeted by a rep of VBT – the quite dapper, Dr. Utr. Ius Frank Van den Broeke. ¬†Snappy jacket, purple tie, white hat and a bicycle. After a brief orientation, with special instructions about how to always “stand

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A few confessions …

Things are winding down for the bikers. A quick ride in the morning. Off to Lecce for lunch and a Cappucino. Visit to another church where I heard a few confessions. Naptime in the Masseria.[slideshow] Farewell dinner. Head count before boarding the bus, and we are off to the airport in Brendisi.

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No biking today …..

Our bike tour was to begin in Trulli today, so we had to transport the bikes to the starting point an hour away. When our transport arrived in Trulli we were to tour the ancient city before embarking on our daily ride. Since the temperature had dropped to less than 50 degrees and we were

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From a rose colored dawn to dinner in the ‘Tavern of Jealousy’

Ten miles on a bicycle along the Adriatic Coast. Wind in my face the whole way. A short shuttle ride to our neighboring Masseria for dinner. Candle light and pizza. Roaring fire in a stone fireplace. This busy day soon became the main ingredient in the recipe for a fireside nap. But not until after

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