Day 353 was a "hotel transfer day" which meant our bags had to be packed before breakfast so that the van could shuttle our things to the next hotel while we were out biking.  Even though this meant a little more work for us vacationers, the bonus was sampling the intricacies of the various agriturismos and hotels.  Benissimo!

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I was particulary excited about this night's luxury resort because it meant that I would enjoy a shower large enough to accomodate leg shaving.  As much as I adored the rustic charms of the agriturismos and smaller hotels, I did have to balance, contort, and yes, <em>stick my legs out </em>of the too-small showers to shave them.  Look at this photo and you'll see that I'm not exaggerating.

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But the shower "thing" was hardly a big deal.  I'm flexible in both body and spirit.  What I was REALLY excited about was today was the first day of REAL beach time.  i.e., Rather than snapping a few photos while walking our bikes across the beach, we would walk out of our seaside resort and lounge on the beach.  i.e., Instead of this "active vacation" nonsense, we would take a load off and do nothing!  Vacationing the old-fasioned way!  Hurrah!

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Oh, the wonders of Italian men!  Between the "views", and Fabio 1's never-ending stream of compliments . . . "Michelle, how can you possibly be turning 42!  I thought you were turning 30!" and "Michelle! How is that every time I pass you on the bike, you smell so good?  Do you always smell this wonderful when you sweat?" . . . Life was good.

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