Just came back from some beautiful days in Calabria.
The road is still hell on earth, a continuing scandal for you all to see, and I often swear next time I will use train or planes. Always late as well, but at least I don't have to wear my latest Red Bull T-shirt and mock Sebastian Vettel crafting among chicanes and 90° bends.
Meeting with our beloved kids (one nephew, two nieces) has nevertheless no price at all, and it pays for all your back aches. As a matter of fact, the worst moment I might dream of is getting back, away from them. But we're still a family, and I guess I'm gonna push the pedal again this summer and get loads of miles more in my counter.
Peace out