Fourth of July in Cechina Italy

So Florence was fun and pretty. However, I went with my host family, and they kept forgetting that I don't speak a lot of Italian. So as they explained things they would slip into Italian, because they knew little English. So, I did not learn a lot. I did take lots of pictures and say "si, bella, bella" a lot.

The following day was the fourth of July. Even though I wasn't in America, I still wanted to recognize it in some way. I felt i needed to represent America. So after work Lia and I were trying to decide what bar (Italian for cafe) to go when our boss suggested the beach. We had no idea we were even near a beach. We had not seen it, heard it, or even saw signs for it. However, Antoinette assured us it was just down the street. She claimed you make one right and go straight and it is right there. This is when I learned how different Italian directions are to American.

We got on our bikes and started peddling. We didn't have our swimsuits, but figured we could just sit on the beach and have a celebratory drink. We made our left and peddled and peddled. After a while the road turned into a dirt road. The nice houses turned into sunflower farms. There seemed to be no people around. We both figured we had to be lost after riding for 15 minutes. Antoinette said we were only 5 minutes away. Finally, I saw a sign for Mediterranean. We figured that's the name of the sea, it got to be there. Especially since straight ahead was what looked like a forest. So we made the turn and instantly new it had to be wrong. It was a tiny dirt road with pigs and dogs roaming it. A scary dog started barking at us and that's when we saw a farmer. Lia asked in bad Italian/English, "Dove sea?" he replied it was through the forest. So off we go again. We turn around, start going through the forest on a little path we found. The path started getting sandy, the air saltier,and finally the trees broke and there was the sea. Who would have thought it would be through a campground type of forest.

We were so excited we kicked off our shoes and ran barefoot into the water. We must have looked crazy in our red work shirts and sweaty faces. We did not care. We found the sea and a bar. The day ended clinking glasses of cold Mexican beer on an Italian beach toasting our American holiday. What a great fourth of July.