Bye Bye France, ciao bella Italy! Here we go, hop on hop off, from my brother to my parents. While my head is thinking about all the preparations left, my parents are happy to host me for a few days in Italy. This means I have arrived in the right country for departure, only on the westside of the country instead of the eastside

So a roadtrip with my parents goes like this: my dad puts his music on (which by now we all associate to long roadtrips), the noise of the car is too loud to have a convenient conversation, most of the time you need to fight not to end up in the middle, someone will be sleeping the major part of the trip (mostly me), the airco doesn't exist and this idea of "the trip is superlong, we will get there, we will need some major breaks to survive".

Obviously half way into the roadtrip we took a break. After some debate we ended up at a little bar along the road. Upon entering a dynamic barwomen looked up at us. I bursted in my best duolingo Italian "vorei un caffè ... con latte!". Which after reflection is an order instead of a question and doesn't sounds very polite. While we were still debating on how to ask to sit outside in Italian, the barwomen already finished preparing the coffees. we ended up in the nice litte "giardino", exactly what we needed!

Outside the bar you could see the beginning of a little path. On a wooden sign next to the path was written waterfall whit an arrow. My curiosity took over thinking it couldn't be far and I followed the path. Wrong intuition! the waterfall didn't seem close at all. However on a little hill hidden under a tree there was a little chapel in the middle of nowhere.