Two days after getting back into Italy, we cycled to the beautiful hilltop town of Urbino in La Marche. It’s another World Heritage site, Italy is full of them. We are no longer cycling on busy coastal roads flanked with beach umbrellas, now we’re cycling quiet back roads through beautiful green fields and sleepy towns. Instead of humongous resorts, we are now cycling by villages centuries old. Ahhh…awesome. We’re already wondering how we could ever have considered skipping this.
The next day, we slowly made it to Gubbio, taking our time to fully appreciate the uphills, the downhills and the landscape enfolding around us. Gubbio, also perched up on a hill, was lit up perfectly by the late afternoon sun when we got there. Beautiful. We looked around and quickly noticed something else as well. We saw a group of men, obviously old friends, sitting and talking, probably discussing politics. We saw groups of ladies in the park, doting on their grandchildren. People buying bread, reading newspapers, having coffee. Where are the hordes carrying cameras and guide books? For the first time in a long time, it at least felt like the locals outnumbered the tourists. We must stay here for a few days.
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The campground is run by the sweetest couple imaginable. He speaks perfect English, she speaks perfect French. As we set up, he came by to ask if we would like the light in our camping spot turned to shine on our tent, away from our tent, or if we simply preferred “la Bella Luna”. La Bella Luna, of course.
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We spent our days strolling through the beautiful alleyways of Gubbio, taking photos, sitting in cafes talking, watching people go about their day and feeling like the luckiest people on earth. Perfect days in Gubbio.
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