  Saturday May 31 Urbania -  Pesaro On saturday morning i packed my worldly possessions into the old fairydown and headed off for more adventures,  i was kind of looking forward to leaving the sactuary that urbania had become,  although there was still much to experience and we had put together a nice little posse the sands of time theory was always going to win and i whisked myself away while the stranieri slept in their uncomfotable beds.  The last time i was in Pesaro was the weekend before the course began,  so i was familiar with the layout of the town,
 the bars near the station etc.  and now i had a bit of italian wih me as well.  the experience was much more appealing.  i bounced up to the ticket ounter at the station,  booked my ticket for venice got snappy when the girl behind the counter told me i would have to go to anopther counter for a seat reservation.  went to the bar and ordered coffee,  mineral water and yeah why not a focaccia and i could sweat the girl had the gee he doesnt look italian look on her face.  Yes some progreess had been made,  the guy who stumbled into that roman bar in trastevere makign every error possible 5 weeks ago had died and left the planet.  Pesaro,  lovely town alongside the adriatic,  it aint Fano and it aint Rimini but buggerred if i can tell what on earth the difference is.  there is what they pass as sand,  sea and sun.  but i realise i am no espert on the subject.
 so.  i sat in bar in the shade of a dot dot dot tree.  sipping some kind of bevande watching the chicks walk past adjusting themselves like the trained proffesionasl that they are,  had enough of that and was about to leave when some goddess type thing landed her spaceship next to me and came into the bar,  she stood next to me talking to the barman.  the heat radiated off her body .  and i didnt even have my face that close to her.
 ok i moved a little closer.  but not too close.  really.  i mean .  yeah.  My confidence evaporated after her third,  ''this smile is brought to you by the city of pesaro'' moment and i headed off to find that caffe,  and yes.  my sixth sense kicked in, turned off the main road,  turned away from the church and there it was.  darn i almost told you its name.  cant do that.  this is gold.  the sounds of coffee cups being stacked and the coffee grinder at work,
 6 tables all under umbrellas a small piazza complete with leafy trees,  sleeping dogs,  vespa and an old woman sitting in her first floor window singing or praying or doing something noisy.  If nothing else happened in pesaro and you can bet your ass it didnt!  i would be happy and take fond memories into my head long plunge into that tourist land where italian is rarely heard.  venezia 
