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| Fording the Piave River to knock a couple of kilometers off the long walk to Vittorio Veneto |
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| Looking downriver |
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| This friendly butcher chased me down the road, offering me water. He then made three sandwiches for me, and we drank a glass of local wine together. |
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| A late night dinner with my host, Silvia (on the right), her father (on right in the back) and friends |
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| My own personal hobbit house near Vittorio Veneto, provided by Silvia's father |
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| Silvia and her father |
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