It’s a gloomy and cold Sunday. A good day to stay in bed. Instead, my motorbike comes to my mind. “Let’s go to the Bernadia to eat fish”. It might seem strange to head for the mountains to eat fresh fish. But our Friuli is like that. A mix of traditions, landscapes, characters, sea and mountains. On my bike on the roads of Sedilis, in the municipality of Tarcento, which will shortly be the venue for the first bikers gathering of the year, I take the curves slowly, looking at the bare forests, which already on the verge of filling with crocuses. From Chialminis you can see the sea between the dark sky and the plain, though immersed in the haze. The sweetness of the lady who serves lunch as if I were an awaited guest, the skimming clouds, and a sweet and crispy shrimp accompanied by honest wine. Yet you look into the distance as sadness takes hold, remembering when, still accompanied by She, you had come here on a sunny winter’s day.
Back in the saddle immediately after coffee and off to Villanova delle Grotte and a turn towards the lighthouse. Winter still grips the woods in the north, but it is good to gain altitude with the sound of the bike that accompanies you.
Once again the plain opens out silently below you, in front of the old renovated fort and the Julia Lighthouse that changes colour like our flag. This is a Sunday of memories, with a sad melancholy that does not let go, like the clouds that don’t know whether to rain or snow.