After a bit of a struggle finding a spot to wild camp the night before, it was a nice surprise to find the perfect place in the afternoon today. A grassy corner, flanked by a corn field on one side and tall trees on the other was the perfect place to stop early, read a book and make supper before putting our tent up. We found our little spot as we meandered along a cycle path that heads into Brescia. Just before settling in for the night we backtracked into the nearby town of Rodengo in search of water and supplies for supper. The town was too small for a supermarket but by chance we spotted a man selling fruit and veg from his truck on a side street. We rolled up and as we surveyed the produce he eyed up our bikes, then rushed out a few words in Italian. The only one we understood was “dove” — where. “Canada,” we said with a smile on our face. It’s a conversation we’ve had a few times before. “But, not from Canada on your bikes,” he asked, tentatively, again in Italian. We didn’t understand all the words but between knowing French and the way these chats go, we were sure of his question. “Yes, of course,” we said, much to his incredulity. It’s hard for people to imagine how far you can get on a bicycle, one day at a time. He smiled, laughed, asked us a few more questions and then shook his head in disbelief and totted up the bill. The price was surprisingly reasonable for a stash that included the juciest, sweetest plums we’ve eaten so far on our trip. If Italy has one thing going for it, it’s got to be the fresh and suculent food. Laying in the grass, relaxing for a few hours, was a great end to our day, which had started out on a very busy road, filled with trucks rushing to warehouses and industrial estates. We were glad when we finally found an alternative route away from all the traffic. Italy is proving to be a bit of a challenge in that regard, with overcrowded roads and impatient drivers.