Throughout lunch, a falcon demo was taking place on the ramparts of the castle walls. The falcon, it would appear, had a different agenda and was not in a cooperating mood. His master whooped and hooted loudly for quite some time while the falcon enjoyed his 15 mins of fame and freedom.
Picked up another hiking map for the mountains surrounding Sienna and began tackling them. Must admit, I didn't expect the kind of solitary and rugged terrain that I found (still part of the Via Francegena family). High up in the mountains on a tight rocky trail, when I heard a loud grunt and some mad rustling not 20 feet from me, I knew it wasn't a couple of high school kids making out.
Yikesss, what do I know about wild boars? Just how does one protect oneself from a charging boar? Hmm, I'm certain I've asked myself this very question during social soirees before! I figured like bears, they scare easily so I called out in the most booming voice I could muster "attention les sangliers, je suis la!" Why in French, I can't say. It just came to me that way. Kept going, just a bit unnerved...Upon coming to a clearing, I heard another similar commotion, so I rushed by only to realize a few 100 metres later that there had been a fork in the path and I'd been so preoccupied with the wildlife that I failed to watch for the trail marker (is that a blaze or is the tree suffering from some arboreal fungus?) So I had to freaking return to the scene of the crime to make sure. The whole scene repeated itself yet again. I was hoping my snorting friend didn't take personally that I'd lunched on his second cousin mere hours before. Seriously though, I have not felt more alive all week. For the rest of the hike, I was belting out "Allez les sangliers, j'arrive."
Called San Colomba home for the night. Their church sure is kickass gorgeous.
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