Today I woke up at six, restless. You see, it’s my dad’s birthday, and my dad died last year, still in his prime.
So I suddenly decided I’d take my bike and ride to the place he was born, to say “happy birthday dad, I love you.”.
It is twice my normal range and elevation, and it’s scorching hot. But I made it, and made it back home safely, although exhausted.
So, happy birthday Sergio.
Castagneto Carducci, 11 August 1951
Montepulciano, 12 April 2023
by die-fastidio