When Elizabeth was sick, there was a picture of a church in one of the hallways in the hospital. She figured out it was in a small town in the Dolomites. I told her I would take her there when she got better. She got better, for her 50th birthday, her parents sent us to Italy. We went to the small town in the Dolomites, found a church. It was the wrong church. I guess we will have to go back.
We had a great time in Italy anyway. We started in Venice. Then made our way to Lake Como, where we climbed the Ghisallo pass. Went to the museum at the top of the climb. Turns out a grand fondo for Fabio Casartelli was going on at the same time. Then we went to Bormio. There we climbed the Stevlio and the Gavia.
Next up was the Dolomites, where we rode the Sella Ronde and climbed up through the lagazuoi tunnels.
