I awoke and decided to change my itinerary. I'm heading back to the coast. It's too hot to be out in the sun between noon and 4PM. I need good places to relax during this down time and nothing beats the cool Mediterranean. The sites in the interior aren't worth the grueling heat. After packing up my camp and eating many more handfuls of blackberries I headed back north to the coast. In the shadow of an old Spanish tower overlooking the aquamarine waters of Santa Theresa, I enjoyed the cantaloup I had brought from Genoa. Santa Theresa is nice. It's more down to earth than Porto Cervo and it's got plenty of history and character. For my siesta I headed over to Capo Testa (testa meaning head), a huge granite outcropping that juts out into the sea. I found a place in the shade to curl up after my swim. Surely I have found paradise. Changing out of my swimsuit I stubbed my toe so bad the nail was ripped out. This granite is unforgiving. I had to climb back up the cliff back to my bike before I could administer first aid. My first puncture. Afterwards I rode west, putting Capo Testa in the distance. Corsica was clearly visible across the water. I finally stopped at one of the small cheese stands I'd been passing. What a treat! I loved the sweet pecorino cheese. I had a nice little dinner there before continuing on along the coast. I went through a pine forest and through countless cow pastures with ever abundant blackberries. With Castelsardo in reach for tomorrow, I pulled into a campground. There I enjoyed a shower, a shave, a recharging of my iPod and a couple of cold beers.
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