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Humanity in San Martino in Badia, Italy

“It’s just something small,” she said as she handed us a bag overflowing with sandwiches, fruit, eggs, cereal bars and juice. Our route involved multiple mountain passes that day. “You need food,” he said. *Warner & Natacha, thank you so much for everything you gave us. You are the good in the world.

Northern Italy: It’s Amore!

We crossed into Italy at dusk via Brenner Pass and–right on cue–smelled pizza! I’m pretty sure I also spotted the first woman with black hair, aside from myself, since we arrived on foreign soil. As the evening light waned, we coasted down a smooth bike path into Vipiteno, where we found a wooded area behind a …