Day off

It was time for a day off. I danced for 11 hours and cycled for a further 2 the previous day. So I let Dana make headway and had a bit of a rest. I handwashed my whites and our lovely couchsurfing host Francesca showed me round monopoli. She told me all obout Pisica and Taranta the famous dances from southern Italy. I made a poor attempt to dance with her in her flat which was great fun and that evening she kindly invited us to join a yoga class she was attendeding, I went along and left Dana who was soaked through from being caught in the rain to have some time alone.
The yoga class was just what I needed and I left Francescas rested, with whitish kit and a sense of peace in my heart.
I was going to need it...