Yana might be driving but I drive her nuts scanning the passing forests. We do random stops into the most promising musky areas where mushroom could grow. This is a new hobby for me, but in many countries a time honored tradition. So far porcini are nowhere to be found, but we have many forests to cross still. We leave Abruzzio and enter Umbria, new region, different landscapes. Tonight’s shelter is a pleasant surprise. A walled settlement (could be considered a tiny castle) with just a handful of houses all made of stone. Walking through the arched gate and you travel back to medieval times, you can smell wine in the air. If a dagger welding bandito suddenly jumped from a dark alley demanding our silver, I wouldn’t be surprised.