Memories come flooding back so quickly like it was yesterday. I so recall my amazement at actually looking at the massive undertaken by the monks and their helpers to build a monastery way back in the 13th century. The place is St Francis's monastery situated a couple of hours outside Florence.
Just the building of this wall would have taken a lot of manpower and determination. I guess it was only with the help of donkeys, carts and muscles.

The area of the monastery that astounded all my walking compassions was the formidable rocky base of the monastery. This was where St Francis slept, in a little cave tucked away inside huge boulders covered wth moss. We wondered how cold it would have been let alone how uncomfortable and hard to sleep on.

Our first night was in the monastery, a fitting and most memorable start for our long walk to the historic town of Assisi. Never to be forgotten.
The next morning we walked down the very rocky paved driveway set between the moss covered boulders and stone walls.


It has been a wonderful walk down memory lane, I loved everything about this mountainous walk. It was a tough one but I did it.
