Una Buona Giornata in Italia

I had a really nice ride today. It started with a visit to the cafe for an incredible Italian cappuccino. I rode with Liza (fellow American racing for an Italian team based in the Lucca area), and a couple others for the first half of my ride. Then I went on a little exploration, which always happens when I find myself in new places.

This is one of the more noteworthy structures I saw:

I am also going to give myself a pat on the back. I struck up a conversation with a guy on our ride, and he said "Parli Italiano bene." I then went on to explain that I took Italian in college but have since forgotten how to speak for two reasons 1) the most common reason: "If you don't use it, you lose it" and 2) I have acquired a form of incomprehensible french at the expense of my Italian fluency.