Elba island with a caravan. Italy

By Luca, Sabrina e Federico

 

The camper is ready and full of everything you need, parked in front of the house and waiting for the alarm sounds to remind the imminent departure to the Island of Elba. But Frederick is a "play" before the alarm clock ... shortly after the 7:00 calls us full of enthusiasm and eager to take part in this new journey: immediately jumps up and you certainly do not pray for getting up from bed.
Swing, so the final preparations, and, after a nutritious breakfast, we leave the house around 8:30 ... a short stop in a pharmacy and then road to Faenza and then towards the exit to the A14. We travel by paying attention to what he says on the radio in the intensity of traffic: the code, it seems, there are scattered and a little 'anywhere along the entire motorway network. Fortunately, there appears to be no obstacles along the path that will lead us to the destination and the ribbon of smooth asphalt slip away, thanks to the good mood typical of the departure of each journey.
In Bologna we see on our right, the control tower and we can not help but recall the recent holiday spent Formentera (exactly one year ago) that Felsinea taken from the street.
We address the Apennine dell'A1 tract and, almost immediately, begin bridges and tunnels for the happiness of Frederick that you let go and an interminable series of questions. At some point we cross a bridge that for some twist of fate is called "the dead ox," while Sabrina, on the back seat, you grant a nap.
In Florence we leave the motorway and take the Firenze-Pisa-Livorno (Fi-Pi-Li) and, given the time, now late, eat a snack after which, given the lack of interesting things along the way, Federico asks to go back and you can sleep, Sabrina, and so imitates him remain just to grind the remaining kilometers to reach the "goal" of Piombino. We arrive around 13:00, after having crossed the final stretch of the A12 until the barrier Rosignano, including a good half-hour queue to get out, and several kilometers along the Aurelia road and along the coast until the short known, port of embarkation for the island of Elba.
We have not done a book before the ferry departure, then we stop at the first booking we meet along the road. Shipping companies which cover the stretch of sea between Piombino and the island of Elba are two: the Moby Lines and Toremar, we choose the latter since it will allow us to take off at 16:30, three hours before of its competitor.
With tickets in hand we go to the port, have lunch (finally!) And we put ourselves on hold of the ship, trying to deceive the first time walking into a small shopping center and then along the jetty that protects the berthing docks. A strong wind blows, the sea is rough and the landscape, dotted with huge chimneys smoking is not the best: looking around par is not true that less than one hour of navigation you can find a place more beautiful and comfortable than that in which we are. Meanwhile, the time we managed to deception: it is almost time to board and Frederick, now a haunting, calling for the arrival of the ferry, which, thank God, we go up in almost perfect time.
Not even the time to support the backpack on a few chairs and the small is raging: first in a children's playground, and a stroll to the ship. The boat waves, at the mercy of the waves, not just for fun ... "do not stand up," shouts staggering and then running up and down along the piers. Meanwhile, we come near the island coasts and 17:35 landings in Portoferraio, the capital of the island, the third largest Italian island: 223 sq. km. In practice just over 25 kilometers long and just under 20 width. We put ourselves immediately in search of a beach to spend a few hours of sunlight remaining dusk and descend along a winding road to the famous Biodola, the most loved by celebrities, but it is a disappointment: narrow and full of parked cars savage along the roadway is not the job, plus the sea helps to create an overall picture anything but inviting. We then let the other side of the island, crossing it in its narrowest point (a real handful of kilometers): there are looking to find calm seas and almost total lack of wind.
We reach the coast near Marina di Campo, and we find parking on the beach. Do not pull the wind and the sea is calm, the beach is not the best that can be desired but there accontentiamo, infuses we just need a little 'rest after their long journey. Federico wants to go swimming and take care to please, and then phone home to let people know of our arrival and then we look around us aware of being alone: the beach is empty and the clock marked 20:00, perhaps it is time to return to the camper and have dinner.
Later we give a walk to Marina di Campo: Richard wants an ice cream ... "I do everything!" ... "I eat alone!" ... and ends that are dirty, too dirty and Sabrina on the first day ends in tragedy ... sin!

We choose to remain on the same side of the island, fearful of the sea, and so, after breakfast, walk a few kilometers to the west, along a stretch of coast high up the beach of Cavoli, nestling at the foot of two rocky promontories. The road that runs around constantly keeps in share offering interesting vantage points, while reaching down to the bay is not to go with the camper. Parking, then the edges of the ribbon of asphalt, in a small indentation, bent the mirror that remains toward the center of the road and we are moving towards the beach. In front of us in the distance, there are, of course, the shapes dell'Isola Plains and Montecristo.
The beach is pretty crowded, although it is still relatively early, as much time, but as the season, then we cut to hard work, our space, systemic umbrella and beach towels and we are dedicated to the classic days of bathing.
There is still air around storm, the sea is calm but not too hot. Yet we consume a bathroom, which Federico asks us several times, and we play with the sand, while the time flies inexorable.
The clock marked 13:00 already and is, of course, lunch, and goes to campers and we put ourselves at the table, but there remain long, and soon we start to discover other places.
Let the sea and we strive towards the inside of following the road that goes up to nell'Elba Field, past the tiny village and we reach the entrance of the road leading to Monte Perone, and we stop there: a big cartel believes, banner characters, the street as "dangerous" and raises the maximum width of the media allowed to transit in two meters.
Desist from continuing and we remain as a waiting for something or someone that we confirm the contents of the cartel, while the distance you hear the noise of an engine completely "packaged". The "lament mechanical" approaches more and more until we had at first and then next: is nothing but the most classic motofurgoni "Ape", certainly not owned by a tourist and therefore a person of the place. The wonder, shouting, as is the way, and this makes me broad hints continuing. I trust, graft and the first began to rise along narrow, but not impossible, hairpin bends, to reach the scenic Tower of San Giovanni, for centuries miraculously poised on a rocky outcrop, to dominate the Gulf of field below.
The road, past the tower, still continues strong climb up the pass of Monte Perone, placed 529 meters high above sea level ... and it would be a Bell'Arrivo up for a cycle race!
Descend along the opposite side of the island and then to the village of Poggio, which exceeded come in Marciana, the starting point for the ascent to Mount Capanne, the highest peak of the island: a place 1018 meters share. It comes through a bidonvia, and the joy of Frederick has more than warranted given that ever before, they had taken. We begin to climb in the middle of a great forest of chestnut trees, then the trees are becoming more sparse, to disappear completely when the facility, located a few hundred meters from the summit.
The landscape seems immediately breathtaking, and climb along the steep path that leads to the top of the mountain, where, among other things, a huge antenna that Federico curious more than anything else.
Finally at the top we can enjoy the extraordinary sight and, thanks to the day, particularly clear, the world seems to be at our feet: we see Pianosa, Montecristo and Capraia, small chips of rock stuck in the deep blue of the sea, and, simultaneously, the Italian coast and the severe mountainous silhouette of Corsica! We would like to stay for a while 'to contemplate the scene but Frederick is irrepressible and does not stop for a moment, everything made to jump from one rock to another.
When we return in Marciana is now late afternoon we go up in the camper and start to descend towards the sea, not before, however, that he filled a bottle of water to the so-called "source of Napoleon", the same source to which the emperor, in exile on the island of Elba, often, and used to drink that is said to have, at present, healing properties, particularly with regard to the urinary tract.
Here we come, finally, in Marciana Marina, and we give an hour of the sea before the sunset, then dinner and, later, there we go for walks in the country, along the narrow lanes and surrounded by characteristic views. Federico just does not seem to enjoy themselves too when, deprived of ice cream as a result of the previous evening, says he does not know more what to do and just want to go to bed, and in that desire is fulfilled.

The alarm clock is on 8:30 and after breakfast, I go to the shops. At the supermarket, a lady asked if Frederick is heading to the sea, he quickly replies: "No, I go to the museum," and leaves it without words, as ever, probably would have expected such a response. In fact, the small is right: we are on track to reach Portoferraio to visit "Villa dei Mulini", the residence of Napoleon.
Parked near the port, the area reserved for buses, and we move on foot, in the historic capital of Elba: a tourist 'unevenly than other places on the island offers, however, many interesting views. We climb to the top of the small promontory on which the town is developing and where there is the "Villa dei Mulini", the home of Napoleon during his exile on the island in 1814-15. Inside, there are different memorabilia that recall the great emperor, scattered in those "few" but elegant rooms that he had to look just like a prison, as he was accustomed to the grandeur and pomp of Versailles. The lovely gardens are a small oasis of peace and quiet, a balcony overlooking the natural, from the top of the cliff, dominating the view of the sea below.
Napoleon was not long in this place, as we do the rest. The visit, in fact, is short and so is a little 'time to go to the beach. Let's go back to the camper to take everything you need, we verify that there are no unpleasant fines "stuck" to the windscreen and there we go, on foot, toward the sea.
Few hundred meters divide us, in effect, the so-called beach of 'Ghiaie, "composed entirely of large white stones that guardacaso, immediately becoming the new favorite game of Frederick, so that, on several occasions, I have to put on guard by the careful the launch.
We enjoy the place for no more than a couple of hours, until, in the process of returning to base for lunch, the small, not yet sated, expects to carry a bucket full of those white stones irresistible, increasing, well, at least two kilos of cargo net camper.
Start early in the afternoon in search of a beach along the coast west of Portoferraio. We follow the road that leads to the Head of Enfola, where, in a time not too remote, was a trap. We would stop along the route, the beach of Cape Blanc, but it is not possible because of the lack of parking, and there remains more to do than continue in the hope that, away from Portoferraio, diminish the swimming area. In sight of the head are finally placed on the roadside, near a beach but do not see and which, judging from our position, does not seem to even be in the immediate vicinity.
C'incamminiamo along a road that descends to the sea and, later, becomes a steep and dusty trail. After traipsing down the long but we pay them and before our eyes is the beautiful beach para Samson, all of white pebbles and crystal clear water delicious.
Inflate the mattress (for the joy of Frederick) and give us a long refreshing bath, and then we relax on the beach, comforted by the tranquility of the place a little crowded. Later arrives on a boat, the ice-cream by sea and by good sweet tooth will take advantage, then came the clouds ... and it spoil the party! In haste we collect all our things and tackle the climb to the camper, while a few drops began to fall. When, finally, to protect us begins to rain strong ... sin, we would have gladly stayed longer at the beach.
Go to Portoferraio and, given time, they take advantage to refuel and to book the return ferry: Moby Lines, Sunday 16 July, 11:45 hrs, this will be the race that we will report on the continent at the end of the holiday.
We stop in a parking lot, walking distance from the center of the capital of Elba and dinner with the radio on that punctuates the weather: rain argue that tomorrow ... hope is not true, scaramanticamente, keep our fingers crossed. Later, leave for a walk, but there remain long: blowing a strong wind and the sky threatened rain, almost immediately go back on our feet and we seek refuge inside the camper to eat pistachios and play cards.

During the night it rained a lot, and this, unfortunately, will revolutionize all of our plans. Still raining at 8:00, but large on the horizon you see glimpses of blue sky that bodes well for the following day. Thanks to the strong winds of the Mistral at 9:00 there is already the sun, while we leave the parking lot of Portoferraio. We stop to make first ATM (but not working), then to a large supermarket, and we take this opportunity to give Frederick a backpack full of games for the sea, but only use it when the next flight.
Walk a few miles of road, towards the interior of the island, until you reach the Villa di San Martino ", another site linked to the presence of Napoleon on the island. The building, surrounded by nature, is composed of two parts quite distinct: the oldest was originally a house, donated by Napoleon's sister Pauline, who was restored to get a house then on to Prince Demidoff, related to the Bonaparte, was added in 1856, below the gallery name, built to accommodate the Napoleonic relics. The new construction imitating the style of a triumphal neo-classical temple, nothing became the main front of the complex, which is accessed along a long tree-lined street.
The visit starts from the "small" apartment, all decorated with clear references to the campaigns of Egypt taken by the great leader, and the theme is reflected in the exhibition staged in the gallery, with many specimens and drawings of the time. The whole thing was interesting, and has served, among other things, to give time to the sun to raise the temperature again after the night storm.
Is already hot, but continues to bring wind and this forces us, once again, to choose the side of the most protected. We move towards the east following the road that climbs the hills, ignoring, once again, the sign that indicates the limit of width for means allowed to pass, and arrive at the foot of the rocky outcrop on which the ruins of the fortress of Volterraio. We intend to reach them and leave the camper in a small parking lot along the highway, then tackle the route, rather rugged, rising quickly and the decision to the summit. In less than half an hour we arrive at their destination and Federico, carried away, it seems almost sorry that the climb is already finished ... one can not say the same about Sabrina and maybe even myself. We are still rewarded by the beautiful landscape that you can enjoy the bay of Portoferraio and a large part of the island. The fortress has a special charm, amplified by the state of decadence in which it is located, and dates back, in its oldest part, the thirteenth century. The name finally Volterraio derives probably from the Latin word "vultures" vultures, once roteavano on this hill, 394 meters above sea level.
Face down and the little that has enjoyed a lot, completes his business: all the travel without ever asking to go up in arms!
Lunch at the foot of the fortress, then take the road from that point begins to descend toward the coast. We head towards the north-east on the island, the most rich in mineral deposits, and for this reason, exploited since antiquity. Along the way, between the towns of Rio Marina and Cable, meet many industrial archeology remains tied to old mines abandoned and disused for the high cost of mining: the new business, less tiring and more profitable for island, is, without doubt, the tourism industry.
Come to cable, the far northern tip of the island, where the beach is dominated by a large villa and protected from the winds of the Mistral, is completely made up of pebbles of iron-rich and for this, apparently, full of tiny and bright sequins. Water, for the same reason, however, is not particularly attractive, since the abundance of mineral makes yellowish, with red hues prone. There's that saying, the place is special, though not beautiful, and remain there throughout the afternoon.
In the evening we move into one of the best known of the island: Porto Azzurro, where, among other things, a parking lot for campers that will allow us to spend a quiet night as well, of course, to offer us the possibility to download and to water supply.
After dinner, when we are finally ready to quit, I just past 22:00. A strong wind blows and we head towards the lovely old town of Porto Azzurro, overpriced vendors and characteristic shops. Frederick, however, is tired, too, the company Volterraio and asks to go to bed, so let's go back almost immediately to the camper, and while I try to open the door, I drop a key that can be missed in a few square meters: it is dark and research do not give good results, so I left that solidarity with the intentions of Frederick, waiting for the key, the light of day.

The wind stopped blowing strong, but not much light filters through the windows, thus raising the fearful glare while, unfortunately, before my eyes para a sky almost completely covered with large gray Nuvoloni ... still no rain, but it is a slim consolation.
Un po 'indolent stay in bed longer than usual, until a lady, in charge of surveillance, no knocks at the door asking what our intentions on the pause: the say they want to leave, and she We replied that, according to regulation, we would have already had to pay another ticket, so calls, of course, to "lift the curtains."
I dress up as we go along, get off the camper and, with the light of day, I find, fortunately, lost the key the night before, then put in motion the camper and going to stop after a few hundred meters, in a parking lot along the road to have breakfast in peace.
It only remains to try to fill the day with visits alternatives to the beach because the weather does not seem to leave their refuge. We start, so, in search of pond Terranera, a small depression of the land situated near the sea where it originated and, once stood a pyrite mine. The place is reached along a narrow and bumpy that, in the last stretch, it becomes dirt to emerge, finally, from the cliff above the lake, that stands out, thanks to the yellow color due to the presence of sulfur between the green Mediterranean and the red of the surrounding terrain. Descend from the camper while a ray of sunshine can pierce the thick blanket of clouds, leaving us to take a decent photo.
We remain a few minutes to enjoy the view then go back on our feet and walk, backwards, all the way up to Porto Azzurro, dating and then a short and narrow valley until you reach the foot of the Shrine of Our Lady of Monserrato, parking and c'incamminiamo to achieve it, but the sky threatened rain, and so waive until better.
Aspettiamo un po 'di tempo, it does not rain and we decide to go: the climb is tough, and with Richard on the shoulder is even more. Fortunately arrived near the tract, the more steep and rugged, asked to get off and go alone.
The small shrine, in a setting of rare beauty and endless peace and tranquility, was built in 1606 by Governor Jose Ponce de Leon to the top of the valley below, in the position that recalls his more famous namesake (the Monastery of Montserrat) located close to Barcelona, Spain.
Federico enjoys discover every little detail and most struggle to run behind so as not to lose. When finally, realizes that he has seen all the little there was to see that sorry seems to have finished the visit and would like to start all over again, but the sky threatened rain, and yet I probably should go.
Lunch and then descend in Porto Azzurro, this time to visit the "Little Mine", a sort of museum that proposes a reconstruction of what were, until a few years ago, the galleries of excavation of minerals.
Are 13:45, and "mine" re-open its doors until 14:00. We put on hold and finally begins to rain, in fact, the deluge, so expect up to well beyond the opening hours before you get off the camper.
Shortly after 15:00 we are on board a small train, leaving for the visit of the galleries, some with Federico 'frightened but so proud to be trying to hide it. Along the way we are shown, with the help of extensive renovations, all phases of the extraction of minerals. Remain underground for no more than a quarter of an hour and then return to the sunlight (if this gloomy day, we can speak of sunlight). Small has won all its fears, it was fun and would like to do another lap, but it is not possible, so try to convince another interesting portfolios' visit: that the 'Acquarium of ", but is not Porto Azzurro, but in Marina di Campo, a good half hour on the road.
Along the way, all up and down, we see a small cloud that low Federico said to be falling from heaven, and to this original statement, we can not help but smile ... instil some 'good mood is not bad.
The 'Aquarium dell'Elba "is one of the most complete aquarium Mediterranean Europe houses some 150 different species of marine organisms on a surface of 1,000 square meters in size and is the second property in Italy after the aquarium of Genoa, the more it is also a small wildlife museum that collects, stuffed, over 250 specimens of birds and mammals typical of the island. The only problem seems to be the amount of visitors that view the day, is well above average, so that parking became a problem.
Let the campers inside a fence, probably private, with a gate that we hope not to find close to returning, and we head towards the ticket office. Once Federico asks to see each tank and, of course, be content, to devote all the time and not overlook anything, timely, inevitably, by gusts of applications pending comprehensive response. After visiting return to the camper who, meanwhile, was the "mirror for larks" and now the fence where it is chock full of cars. Fortunately, we were placed near the gate and so we can exit.
Now it is evening and we decide to return to Porto Azzurro for the night. On the way from Frederick the impression of falling asleep, but we pause to make two steps in a rocky and, soon, she wakes up, then we come to the stop, dinner and a little after 20:00 we already walk to the city: the air is crisp and the sky, again from mackerel clouds, dotted with stars ... so we would spend a day at sea tomorrow and we would like to be. With this thought in mind we go to sleep.

Our desires are fulfilled and we wake up, finally, with a beautiful sun! Willing to spend the day at the best in men who do not say we are ready to go.
We stop to do some spending, and then turn a dirt road, just below the community of Capoliveri, leading to the beach Zuccale. We leave the camper in a parking lot and descend the staircase that comes all'insenatura below. The place is beautiful and wild, and reddish sand and crystal clear water, the green maquis divinely contrasts with the warm colors of the surrounding rocks and the smooth blue of the sky, only sin that there is a little 'too many people.
By mid morning, a cloud will be spiteful to put it right in front of the solar disk, removing for the good hour hot warmth of its rays. So I'm going with Federico walk along the cliffs and, together, we are fun to climb the rocks. When we return back the sun and take advantage to make a long bath. We withhold the beach almost to 13:30 and before rebounding to campers for lunch.
Later up even the dirt road and continue along the stretch of coast that is south of Capoliveri and at the foot of Mount Magnet, until you reach the beach dell'Innamorata. The beach is in full mining area and so the sand is very dark, sometimes black, but the water is clear and inviting.
We go to a place under a rock and we should not suffer just to convince Frederick to make a nap would not want to do that despite the obvious need, but then, inevitably, falls asleep. It is hot and the child care across the shadows, so try refreshing sea. Water is at the right temperature and the view is sublime: it sees off Corsica and towards the beach rises a vertical wall of rock on which grow red Indian figs, agaves, and huge bushes of all kinds, brush strokes of green that seem to work by an artist. Higher vaulting, transported by currents climb, some seagulls, and the time flies inexorable.
When she wakes up between Frederick torniamo waves, then collect colored stones until the evening.
By now dusk walk across the road back and we return for the third consecutive night, in Porto Azzurro, then we prepare to exit.
Eat a good pizza at the pizzeria "The sub, run by immigrants from Naples, and conclude the evening strolling through the streets of the city center and along the docks of the marina, the location preferred by Frederick, as inexhaustible mine of question marks.

We wake up a little 'earlier than usual and, with care, we are preparing to leave for the beach Fetovaia, which is located almost opposite the island, and although the island distances are not sidereal we expect a beautiful set of curves, so that it will take at least an hour to get there.
We, in practice, the whole island from east to west, passing through the village of Marina di Campo and climb towards the stretch of coast where the beach cabbage (one old), and continue over the After a few kilometers to our left, this is the deep inlet of Fetovaia: very beautiful, indeed the most beautiful of the island. We want a miracle, but parking is impossible to get near the beach, so we leave the camper at least one kilometer away then, on foot, the reach.
We rent a beach umbrella and two beds, to prevent the free piled on the beach, and we placed in front of the beautiful sea. I dedicate to the attainment of the most classic of the castles, but the sand is quite inconsistent and the building collapses before being finished, more Federico, for some reason, the moon was wrong and we lose the patience to take a bath who would not want to do but want to do at all costs (not bad odds!)
The sky is not clear, an increasing amount of clouds you go inward thickening of the island, then along the coast, and in late morning the sun comes and goes making it pretty unpleasant. We decided then to go up to the camper for lunch, hoping that the afternoon is migliore.Speranza vain, the afternoon is worse: not hardly ever see the sun and remain seated on the beds without even undress too, when Federico that crushes a nap we hope will serve at least to lighten the ideas.
On the phone a message comes from the work: they tell me to stay where they are because, in my absence, the bag flies ... answer that is fine, as long as I send the money necessary for the continuation of the holiday. Meanwhile awakens the "little fever," and seems to have clear ideas. A failure to clear, however, is the sky, and big gray Nuvoloni still dominate the horizon. While Sabrina is devoted to reading us "hard men" we are going to climb the cliffs of Fetovaia, then we run some big rocks in water, and "derogatory of danger", we also do a pee between the rocks. Our demonstration of force is not served, however, for fear that the clouds remained, undeterred, in their place. Resigned all'ombrellone come back, then speech with attacking two men and end up with stay at the beach until 19:00, and it is late, given that we would spend the night in Marciana Marina, and we wish to reach, among other things, take all the west coast. So we do and, after an infinite number of curves, we arrive at its destination when the sun is almost set.
After dinner we walk through the streets of the center and, for the happiness of Frederick, in the square there is the circus, a circus-bonsai ", the old way and the whole family: father, mother, three children (of which only two operational) and a python (which is the little, who knows where, the courage to touch), makes everything from clowns to launchers to knives, from magicians to jugglers ... and more able to sell popcorn and cotton candy. It 'so they can keep us nailed to chairs around a miniature track that, for almost the entire evening, managing, among other things, to have fun.

In the morning the last day on the island of Elba is the sun, but a strong wind blows the mistral makes us pessimistic about the progress of your scheduled day bathing. We stand up, however, a good time, we shop, and depart with destination Sant'Andrea, a locality situated on the northeast coast of the island, completely exposed to the wind, constantly blowing from their direction.
Walk down a road in very steep, narrow and winding, which arrives in a tiny square where it is impossible to park. Looking to the sea makes us desist from wasting any more time looking for a suitable place to leave the camper at standstill: the waves are breaking in with violence on the small beach and the cliffs of St. Andrew, discouraging even the most hardcore swimmers and courageous.
We start, then, to find a more sheltered place, and after yet another endless series of curves, we arrive at dell'Isola Pauline, in the center of the Gulf of Procchio in the north coast. The small rock bearing the name of Napoleon's sister, who used to sunbathe completely naked and away from prying eyes. Much has changed since then and today the beach overlooking the island is usually overflowing of people today in the absolute sense, because today, Saturday 15 July, the beach is practically deserted, even bar you from that annoying cold and wind that seems to unapproachable to any beach on the island.
At this point, given the impending end of the trip, the body begins to take the idea to return a day early, but do not want to leave no effort and you decide to make one last attempt, crossing the island to reach the beach of Cavoli, theoretically the most sheltered. Of course we were not the only ones to have thought and so the little bay is literally taken by assault, more is not sufficiently repaired: the umbrellas are closed and you are all well covered and away from ... would be useless to look for a place that does not exist, far better route to Portoferraio and then to the board, thus also meeting the desire of Frederick that only the idea of getting on the ferry was illuminated, awakening, as if by magic, by torpor in which it was precipitated. There is only one small detail to consider: we already have a ticket, but for the Sunday and not on the Sabbath, and guardacaso for 11:45, the same race that is about to leave and we will try to take.
We put in the queue, do the imbecile, and not say anything, deliver the ticket, and return it to us to sign to go up on the ferry, so, in men who do not tell, we are embarked. The ship then detach from the quayside ... back to top: you want to see that you are aware of us and someone was on the ground with the right ticket in hand? ... Impossible! ... In fact, the pier was empty and it is only a door that will not quit know (I already imagine that the last car to our fault, there was and then was curling in the locking mechanism ... but maybe my imagination runs too!). The problem is resolved and we take off with about a quarter of an hour late. The sea is rough but does not disturb much browsing, so as long as step up and down the stairs connecting the deck of the ship, to continue pursuing that Frederick seems to have the fire under the buttocks and is never seated more one minute between a trip to another.
Landings at Piombino around 13:00 and after a few kilometers, we stop in a parking lot for lunch. In the afternoon, walk backwards across the road and journey, near Empoli, begins to rain to divert. Sull'A1, shortly before Rioveggio, remain blocked for a good half hour because of an accident and when we come back to get checked again in heaven a feeble sun, but there remains a long and so we arrive at Forlì, around 19:00, under a heavy rain.
There's that saying, adverse weather conditions have adversely affected the entire course of the trip (although we have given up completely to the beach for one day) and despite the most beautiful things to have been Frederick galleries dell'A1 All we can say that they were favorably impressed by the beauty of the island, so that you can include, quietly, among the best memories of our trip.