Fog in the morning.
Este. Lot of cyclists, some snow on the central square. Shops are opened. Mass ends in the cathedral, beggars get ready on the steps. Rainbow. Weird smell.
I meet Külli in Monselice. We climb to some palace, eat bruscettas and drink coffee. Local old men come to play cards.
Then we drive to Arqua' Petrarca. I'll sleep there, Külli comes to check the place out. It's a wine estate. We get some wine and shout in the cellar, then climb through the fence. Külli heads off in the night, I climb through the fence again to go to the farm next door for dinner. They dance the menu for me.