A trip to San Giminiano, Toscana
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Middle August, my wife, I and Cleò, my little female dog, we are based at Rest House of Red Cross Voluntary Nurses at Fiesole, Toscana - my wife is one of them – for our motorbike trip, 1400Km in a week. The day choise is for San Giminiano, an ancient medieval little city.
At breakfast, the house master, the kindest master sergeant x x, says us to go also to San Galgano abbey, with his sword in the rock, finds and prints on Google map the trip from San Giminiano. At his courtesy, I don’t tell that this King Arthur myth transplanted in Toscana leaves me cold.
We load the burgman Suzuki, put Cleò on his bag, that I take on my sholders, and are on the road, down to Florence. Crossing the city is easy, right signed Siena direction. We take highway. The speed limit is 90Km/h; I’m the only to honour, but Cleò don’t like speed, she stays inside the children bag. On the highway no fuel human distributing - it’s a week holiday in addition – I hate those damn automatic machine, robbing your euro and leaving without fuel! The only burgman defect is a fuel tank so little, 12l.
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At Poggibonsi we leave highway for secondary routes. At low speed, Cleò leans out from bag, to see and smell the flat country. The sun is shining, as only in Toscana can. At zona Cesarini, as we say in Italy, when fuel tank is almost a Sahara, there is a dispenser, automated no doubt, but with other clients who promise help. It’s a favourable day, for 10€ machine decides to supply fuel for 15€. We leave under wonders looks, for dog and ass. In Italy they say: Che culo!
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At San Giminiano, parking is a great affair, also with a bike. The city is walled, as ready for a siege. Friends, what to say? Inside there is all you want, except ugly modern things. we must thank our ancestors to build so beautiful houses, towers, walls, and to preserve for us. What will we leave to our descendants? Besides there are so nice little shops, selling useless nicest things, joy of Emy, my wife. A day well spent. Only a curious mark, to poor house of St. Fina (Iosefina), a girl of fiveteen years so venerated at San Giminiano. Her live at http://www.santiebeati.it/dettaglio/44650.
At late afternoon, we decide to find San Galgano. The Google instructions start with “Exit from San Giminiano and go west”. Well, mr. Google, Italy and Toscana are not Sahara, one doesn’t go west, we have roads. No road going to west outside San Giminiano, we returned to Fiesole.
Cars and motorbikes
I will start trifles with an analysis of motorized people.
There are two kinds of them: the car type and the motorbike type.
The car type does many trips in outward space. His journey have a departure and an arrival, the time betwenn them is wasted. Because this, he occupies it with radio, CD, mp3.
The motorbike type does trip in inner space of his mind. What matter isn’t arrival, but the trip itself, the time and journey between departure and arrival. Often his trip is circular, with no arrival. Biker don’t need radio or CD, he have his thoughts. Biker does only one trip in his life, all new departure is keeping on the same interior journey in his soul. Biker trip is knowledge of himself, not of places.
