A couple of weeks ago they completed a 12K in Venice with very, very little complaint, so I thought an early morning 5K on a predominately flat trail in our nearby hills would be a welcome way to start Sunday. I mean, with the anticipated arrival of the cherry blossoms and the wildflowers covering the ground and the fresh air and the bees buzzing and the bright sun we've all been waiting to see ...
Boy, was I wrong.
With a combination of threats and bribes, we all made it through. To their credit, they did continue in a forward direction the entire time.
I have more big hiking plans for us this weekend, perhaps this "Sentiero Tra Gli Ulivi," a guided walk especially for children that ends with a visit to a nearby olive oil producer.
Shhh....don't tell them. I still haven't fulfilled my promise of two scoops of gelato, the promise that got them through the final grueling kilometer through this paradise we call home so early last Sunday morning.