Cìn Cìn Bardolìn

Cìn Cìn Bardolìn

Non era la prima volta che ci tuffavamo nel lago di Garda, non era il primo tramonto e non era il primo brindisi al Relax di Bardolino. Questa volta però, nei pochi istanti sott’acqua c’erano tutti i chilometri pedalati in questi mesi, negli abbracci e nei calici c’erano tutti gli incontri e i sorrisi che abbiamo avuto in regalo in giro per l’Italia, nei secondi in cui il sole scendeva gli ultimi centimetri appena sopra l’orizzonte abbiamo capito  la straordinarietà del viaggio che abbiamo concluso e sentito l’infinita bellezza di questo immenso vivere. Salute!

Cìn Cìn Bardolìn

It was not the first time we took a dive into lake Garda, it was not the first sunset and it was not the first drink we had at Relax in Bardolino. This time, however, in the few moments in the water there were all the kilometers we cycled during the last months, in the hugs and in the wine glasses we raised there were all the people we met and all the smiles we received around Italy, in the few seconds the sun stood few millimiters just above the horizon we realized how extraordinary this journey was and felt the infinite beauty of life. Cheers!

Cìn Cìn Bardolìn

Het was zeker niet de eerste keer dat we in het Gardameer zijn gedoken, en ook niet de eerste zonsondergang, of de eerste keer dat we proosten bij Relax in Bardolino. Alleen deze keer waren er ook die vele kilometers aanwezig die we in al deze maanden gefietst hebben. Alle ontmoetingen en alle glimlachen die we door heel Italie gezien hebben zaten in de opgehezen glazen en omarmingen die we kregen. In de laatste paar seconde terwijl de zon nog net boven de horizon uitkwam realiseerden we ons hoe buitengewoon en hoe geweldig onze reis is geweest terwijl we optimaal van de schoonheid van het leven hebben genoten. Proost!

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