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Andy enters the city walls of Montagnana beneath the hostel. |
54 miles - Saturday, October 8
A chilly
48F greets us as we crawl from the tent. It’s sunny however, a
beautiful start to the day. Andy and I are confident that we’ll
make it to Florence or possibly Rome now that we carry camping and
hostel guides.
Heading
southwest from Venice we pedal along the Brenta canal. Sprawling
brick and stone houses line both banks. We presume they're inhabited by old money
families or are farms, or could be second homes or retirement places for
the wealthy. We maneuver through Mira and eventually through the
Padova's city center. We slow down, rolling over the narrow
cobblestone streets while gazing at 3-4 story homes with shops at
street level. Fountains spout water beside cherubs or curly-haired
Roman statues. The old cities warm my heart. We've only been in Italy
a few days, yet the atmosphere makes us want to read Shakespeare
plays, and delve into Roman history.
A bump on
the hazy horizon surrounds Teolo, a village on Italian cyclers'
training route. We wave and try “Ciao!” to greet skinny Italians
in lycra as we spin in low gears over the summit. Unfortunately,
most are non-responsive. We joke that they are breathless,
concentrating on hills and speed.
A snippet from my journal. The hostel has their own stamp. |
Once on the
flat plains again, we pedal through Noventa then aim for Montagna
where a hostel becomes our goal for the evening and according to our
guide it's supposed to be inside a castle. By 5 p.m. a stone wall
appears on the horizon. Andy and I look at each other as a kilometer
later we move through an arched opening, entering an astonishing city
- completely unexpected. We head for the piazza (central square) for directions. It's
too good to be true. The hostel is inside a multi-story structure
above the same opening we'd entered the city – a castle turret
attached to the walls.
View of city from rooftop. |
The kitchen in the hostel. |
A drawing from my journal, showing the hostel attached to the wall. |
View of buildings within the walls. |
We are
grinning as the hostel host hands us sheets and we follow him up
black spiral stairs to our room. The private room has two new
pine-smelling bunk-beds, whitewashed walls, with two keyhole-shaped
windows with custom metal- framed glass. It's not easy to gaze
outside, however, as the openings are authentic and deep silled,
better for protecting against 12th
century weapons. The kitchen room opens to an exterior circular
courtyard for views of tiny Fiats and Renaults buzzing below us
through the arched opening. One flight above, always climbing or
ascending the spiral staircase (it's a narrow building) Andy and I
emerge outside on the roof. It's a gorgeous view of the red clay-tile
roofed dwellings. This little city is unique, a dreamy village all
within walls.
Another view of the hostel. |
It's a gem
of place - only a sign identifies it as a hostel – and by
far the most interesting stay of our trip. It has all the ambiance of
Roman castle with hostel comfort. In the 1960s the interior was
renovated to house 60 beds. It only set us back 26,000 Lira (18.00
USD). Andy and I are smitten. We'll explore more of Montagna by
daylight.
I stayed at a youth hostel south of Rome that was in an old castle. It was great and such an historic place to stay. I met others who were from my country and we spent a lot of time sight seeing together, we all had a great time. Vicki
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to know there are more of these special hostels.
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