We follow the Adriatic coast. Unfortunately, the railway line is always between the road and the beach here. Most of the underpasses are too low for us. At some point we find a passage and enjoy the blue Adriatic Sea and a good meal.
Sleeping next to the railroad isn’t great. That’s why we head for our place in Chioggia. We cycle into town again. On the big piazza I drink the cheapest Aperol ever – €3.50.
And look what we found in the port:
For all of you who don’t know: my second name is Rosina.