A GOOD WALK WITH SOME SURPRISES

The Way of St. Francis

May 2, 2026

Scheggino to Ferentillo

Miles walked 6.74

Today was a really pleasant walk. Yesterday I veered off the Camino to walk through a park. So today I started off retracing my way back to pick up the Camino. It was sunny and the temperature was about 62 degrees. No need for a jacket once I warmed up walking. It was really quite unremarkable until…

About 5 miles in I met an Italian man and asked if this was the right direction for Ferentillo. He said yes. All good so far. Then he told me the road was rocky ahead. Well I told him that yesterday I walked down the mountain over large rocks. Then I pointed to a softball sized rock. And he said “beeg rock”. I nodded and wished him a buena giornatta (good day).

I walked on about 50 meters and ran into this…

Yup, that’s a rock slide. Now those are some “BEEG” rocks! I was totally flummoxed about how to get through. To the right was some sort of field of plants and it looked like someone tried to forge a path so I started that way. About 6 ft in I had scratches all over my legs. Then some bicyclists came by and shouted at me to try and climb over the rocks.

Bottom line…I made it. My big adventure of the day. As a bonus I met some Americans on the other side and was able to convey that these were more than “beeg” rocks.

I continued on and about 3 miles from Ferentillo I was feeling a little tired but sure that I could go for another hour. Then I saw a man standing at a bus stop. I thought that looks like the bus might go to Ferentillo. I should have an adventure and ride the bus. After all doesn’t climbing over a rock slide cancel out a three mile bus ride? Why not?!

It was great. I got on and handed the driver a ten euro note. He said, “no change”, put the bus in gear and we took off. So now I’m looking for someone on the bus who has change. Finally behind me, another pilgrim, handed me two fives. But the driver still had no change. Then the guy behind fished out 6 euro coins. And thus I was able to pay for the bus ride.

At the church in town my friend was waiting with our luggage. The apartment we rented was way up the hill in town. Beware in Italy when the hotel says .3 miles from the town center that might be straight up. Our luggage transport took the bags and my friend up but our hostess called and said she would pick us up in the town center. So the luggage transport took my poor friend back down where she was stuck with two suitcases and two backpacks, unable to get around.

Shortly after I arrived our hostess showed up and off we went up the twisty winding road to the top of Ferentillo. Our hostess casually mentioned that she would love to visit the United States but she was afraid to fly. This from a woman who was careening around corners on a road that was barely wider than her car. Go figger.