Translated according to Minna Proc...

Translated according to Minna Proctor

We started from Florence ten days ago forward a bicycle trip around the province of Emilia, and since my friend Giulio Grandi was owed back at the office office for work the nearest morning, we left Faenza despite the pouring rain to make it back in time. It was November. The heavens was gray. The highways were muddy and full of pool s Save the occasional yellow leaf, the tree were already bare, and the haze clung to the foothills of the Apennines--all along our endles ascent.

We barely spoke He rode ahead and I followed; or he followed and I l Houses