My driver almost wept as this beauty went blasting by us. He just flat loves Ferrari. The A12 to Genoa is interesting. An engineering marvel that provides a nearly straight level highway through incredibly steep hills and mountains. The topography is is surreal. Hilltops and ledges wear a jumbled crown of stucco buildings, clinging to their precarious perchs, all topped with rich red clay roofs. The thought of the roads up there gives me a migraine .
Meanwhile back on the road we are flying along at 130 km an hour and the car races through one tunnel and another and then from that surreal tube of darkness flies out unto a bridge that is so high we gasp, it is hard to believe and before it sinks in another tunnel and then another bridge. Wow, what an experience.
Eventually we reach the Mini's seaside home and they take us to a very local restaurant for Genoese typical food. Hearty. It is great to see them and we all feel a lot of love and gratitude for being there, together.
Renata and Furia, daughter and mother. The elegant and chic Furia is a vibrant 89 years old.
Full of energy and with a beautiful soul. We bond without a common language.
Furia's car. No wonder my daughter in law (her cousin) likes little red zippy cars. Furia's father was a race car driver who once won the Mille Miglia from Brescia to Rome in an Alfa Romeo.
Back home the way we came after lots of hugs. We will see them in Dallas at Christmas.
Back on our candle lit verandah Bethoven is playing a soft sonata and Mother Nature offers a masterpiece.
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