Solving with payment in a hotel in San Gimignano delayed my planned taking of a bus. Maybe I still had chances on the nearest train, but on all tickets on it were sold as that was with next one after two hours. The followed wasn’t with busied wagons at total. I had four hours in Poggibonsi.
Safety time for discover Castello della Magione. It located in the end of this little town. I moved to assumed side. Soon, after so many years, I listened my intuition, which never lied to me. I did turn around. Minutes of walking and I asked a living here old man citizen for get confidence in correct way. He talked only in Italian, but I was catching understanding. “Two kilometers”, “road” and move down on a “street”, which he showed in gestures. Clear hearing by loudness of language was that that even I with no music hearing can listen words. He asked me “capito?” I repeated this word to him two times. Meaningful was that I didn’t walk wrong.
I resumed movement. I went by down street when upper street was parallel to me. The all kind of houses were behind when I still was in Poggibonsi. I saw another old person from a left of me who on own territory, which was restricted by fence, worked with his market garden. I decided to ask on Castello della Magione. His Italian was explainable that searching place was behind of me and that I must turn right later as something, but vice versa, said a first oldman.
I returned to place of doubling to up and down roads and almost crossed them. I saw a sign to the right “Via della Magione”. I thought that I must go to there.
I awaited crossing of a train with two cars. A little later of that, I saw a building of the past. Order’s emblem in few places indicated on belonging. The gates were shuttered, but through them and upper road position I could observe a small territory what was fulfilling. Came worker of place opened a door, which was inside of praying and searching of peace. And to where I made look, but I wasn’t interested on what didn’t remind initial. Castello della Magione isn’t specific in history whereas gives a lot by saying whose it was territory.
I had two more hours when I returned to train station. I decided to check a historical part of a city by discovering and entering inside of San Vincenzo church, which was humble in designing and mostly naked about pictures. I followed to road, which went up and eventually through small forest I came and entered in a fortress, which almost hadn’t people and with whom I met in ways once before I was leaving. I was around ruins and places covered in grass. It was pleasant feeling in walking alone in such place.
I had forty minutes more before arrival of a train after ten of them I bought Kit Kat in vendor machine. These four sticks united in one! Oh, no. I don’t do commercial. That’s tender waffle unsophisticatedly covered in thin milky chocolate is formula of perfect candy. Do you want to make me happy? Buy Kit Kat!
I was riding till Empoli. Six minutes later, I was moving to La Spezia, which in Liguria. I have reasons for this region, but, probably or maybe not, in the next time. I entered in highly occupied train. I moved to one end and did returning. People put boots on non-busied sits what disgusted me. Kinda luckily, I found place, which was near to doors of other wagon. Soon a parallel person left wagon and I took his soft chair. Then people on the next sits walked to the exit and I relocated to there. People were coming and were leaving while I was watching to a window by seeing grandiose landscapes of forests and mountains. The foremost stop stations were in Pisa to whose interest in limited historical territory and mostly to a falling tower on which I once with having fear was climbing to the top. An appeared man said that who want to up – follow him. I have trembling to height, but I like to feel it in these places. I followed to that person and situated on the top. The first lap was uncomfortable, I grabbed a handrail and carefully was walking. I got comfort on the second walking and did freely walking. There I made a self-portrait in time when it wasn’t a platitude and it was by Canon Ixus 65.
I passed Pisa stations with getting a typical stinky smell of train station. I thought, what a story has a seen fortress in Pietrasanta, I was impressed by row of mountains in Forte Dei Marmi and I also wished to know about a castle in Massa. Soon day’s twilight was. Sarzana became the first town in Leguria.
I had less fifteen minutes in La Spezia. Sudden thought, which I implemented, was in seeing a culinary town outside of train station. In front of it was a giant mountain. I was riding on sierra territory and there I was getting inner comfort. I would like to see a culture in people who are living in these places. And give the professionalism. A trainman to La Spezia didn’t care to check tickets. As later on those whose shoes touched leather of sit. What are their occupancy? It’s kinda anarchy, which has manifestations in Italy, shows that people must have control. Not all ready to self-sufficiency.
From constant using of Tranitalia I sat on special and unchosen by me a soft place in a wagon of Intercity. I always had comfortable with Italian trains for this journey, but there was increasing of convenience by cleanness.
I saw Liguria Sea in divine glimmer moments in inside moving of prolong tunnel. I was taking each opportunity to see a wide water. I felt presence of mightiness by watching there. I passionately love Italy. And I always felt belonging to it. To the north part if about geographical preciseness. Mountain places of Liguria and contact with the sea… these pieces do fusing with me in one as I experienced in crossing them and it was through came darkness.
That train was heading to Milan. I didn’t planning to be there in that night. My station was Liguria’s capital Genova with less ten minutes for take a sit in the next train. I didn’t prone to any risk in something catch in view and, honestly, hadn’t attraction to this city. I discovered a board in long corridor with exits to platforms and knew from where will a train to Turin – an ultimate destination in seven-hour riding, which was funny on knowing from this side of Italy. Just only, I willn’t do it again. I don’t want to sit where probably was somebody’s boot, which even could be from very adult woman and in the first class whose ridiculous uniqueness in simple tables for put food or laptop. If these savages adore to do as well as sit on such leather chairs – me don’t. My cats and dogs know clearly about these usual manners. Using of train deprives absolute comfort for me, a man who feels great well in loneliness and never wants to somebody explain about good behavior, which include on boots and closing of door between wagons.
Certainly, chosen side of journey is interesting and you get experience, which wouldn’t by car, whereas the last gifted by own specialty and, nevertheless, it’s the best transport in everything existing and brilliant when you have own driver.
I can’t get stay among wilderness. I boycott Italy in visiting. This trip will my last what will until coming of civilization. I arrived in Turin and witnessed after leaving station Porta Nuova in how parents with child in cradle carefully waiting when all three cars will rushed through a road. Then father will say on safety walking. Before that I saw a couple of times how elder woman with bags makes a beware look on a road. I cancel a lot of planned and will leave it’s rudeness in fast terms even though my heart pains about leaving.
