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| Paola is a teacher, and her son, Stefano, is a psychology student. The day I left Novara, Paola said farewell to her son, who would accompany me on the walk for peace to the village of Cassolnovo. |
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| Luca would also join us. He is a student of Philosophy, and is a member of an association which informs the public of Italy's Mafia. The courage needed to battle the Mafia would be needed on this hot, swampy, mosquito infested day. |
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| In the beginning, plenty of energy as Luca navigates. |
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| Then endless rice paddies, blazing heat, and aggressive daytime Tiger mosquitos wore us down. |
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| A desolate village among the rice paddies. |
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| A bit less cheerful now. |
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| When will it end? |
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| It is my opinion that the heat gave us our odd countenances. |
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| Flowers?! |
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| A nutria, unafraid, stares us down |
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| After nearly 20k, Paola rescues the lads. We parted with a big, sweaty hug. |
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