Gran Premio di Lugano

This was an exciting weekend, truly. Not only did kitty have a sleepover at a 17th century mansion and not only did I for once immediately love something I baked myself and not only did the pope show up at my house in a dream but also it was the weekend of the Lugano Grand Prix.

I had never seen a bike race before so it turned out to be pretty exciting! Part of the thrill came from scurrying around to see the bikers at various locations, wondering if we'd missed them but then hearing the whirr of wheels and the whistle of breaks in the distance, and realizing –yeah! – we hadn't. Kind of like waiting for the ice cream truck. Anyway, two minutes later they're already gone, out of sight around the corner.

We didn't really get into the narrative of the event, but according to the reports the race "ended in drama." Rinaldo Nocentini (Italy) beat out another Italian and a Spaniard toward the end, who were "surging" and "attacking" as they "forced their way through the final climb." I'm not so good at understanding sports strategy (especially but not exclusively in sports that seem only vaguely strategic) but this sounds really impressive. Next time I will bring a cowbell!