Day 7: Belsona - Vatican

And there it is....the last day of this marvolous adventure. I woke up ful of energy, repacking the bike and other small details, after having the standard one of a kind smoothee (if it was not for it, I would have died half way each cycling day). Meanig, even tough I had to leave my flip flops at home because o the smoothee maker, it was well worht it. Taking a coffee by the lake, enjoying the early morning breaze, I was determined to not take a train or any oher method of transportation beside my bike to the grand finale entry to Vatican city. The S2 and the small uphil on this bad road was not hadr at all, even tough I knew I was tired from the past 6 days...a coffee break on the top of the hill its always pleasant...because you know a downhill is awaiting. And there it went, making my secont mistake and ending up on the bypassing city highway...have stoped at the gas stationn looking my eay out of it...but I was stucked for the next 3 km...have survived it (withoit being stopped by the police) I headed toward my lunch and a piadina. Luckily, some nice people warned me that the s2 is becoming a 4 way street, so I had to detour. Well it was just a few km for safety reason, I told myself...but then...a hill to climd and the worst road I have ever seen. I have never went so slow on a downhill in my life and as this was not as bad yet, my arms and legs were totally numb due to vibrations coming from the road. But then some 4 ferraries passed me and I laughed, they probably felt the road even more than I had ;). So I stopped to refill my botle for the last time before rome...a text came asking me how much I have left and writing 30 km as a reply was already a winner...there was no more doubts, no more turning back and no more I am taking a train trashing thoughts....it was real, this whole 700 km were wanishing in days as the day wanishes into the night... so I sat back onto my lady for the final cherry on the cake...the traffic nor bumby roads or crazy intersections were stopping me any more. The second I saw the wall of Vatican was a relief, even the packed bag started to complain and felling off telling me to stop...but I could not...the second I came to the square I asked a random tourist to take a photo of me while I rased my bike to the world. It was finally the end! And to not push my luck, I walk with the bike to my room with great pride of the achievemnt that I have just completed. All I got to say is...well done Tina and when the world will hit me with a hard challange I will always laugh at it, because nothing can compare of what I have just done. So, this was it....The Ride for Freedom!