After a 1.25 mile climb; the big pay-off.
This view does absolutely zero justice to the climb I endured, it felt like a 45 degree angle. To my dearly departed (from Sicily) friend Sara – I blame YOU for my recent affinity for making such climbs!
Post-run bounty! As I came in the gate, my elderly neighbor emerged from the gardens alongside our area. We have developed a Saturday ritual! He is always offering me fruits and vegetables, but we’ve had some communication issues. This day, I asked “Cuando?!” (When?). He replied, “Adesso!” (Now!) – Thus, I ended up with a shirtfull of glorious pomodori (tomatoes). It doesn’t get more local than this!