The Eighth Chapter
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Part of the Park at Monte Orecchiella
At this point it was pouring. I was in the middle of the woods when it began. There were many slugs...they were the side of my hand when they are bended in half. Yick.
There is another garden in this area, you hike up to it, I never made it.
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