I started the day sharing breakfast with some local wildlife.

The day’s walking started with quite a long stretch on asphalt which is hard on the feet and I’d just yesterday got my first blisters.
As a result of Italy’s geology, there are many springs with pure and cool water. At the ones which have been turned into fountains , you often see people filling up dozens of bottles.
This fountain must be good as there a limit of three bottles when there’s a queue.


The road was constantly climbing with expansive views across the Liri valley opening up. Eventually the asphalt gave way to gravel.


You often see these green lizards in Italy but they’re hard to photograph as they have quick reactions and quickly dissapear.


Eventually I caught my first distant view of the abbey.

After many twists and turns, a craft brewery in the middle of nowhere hove into sight and naturally I was drawn inside. There are records of beer production at the abbey itself going back to the 6th century.

The Cammino arrives at the back of the abbey where there is also located a Polish war cemetery.

Early in 1944, the allies were mistakenly convinced that the Germans were using the abbey and decided to destroy it. German paratroopers then dropped in to occupy the rubble.


After a number of costly battles, the allies finally took the position and Polish forces were the first to enter.
On my arrival and a quick check of my credenziale. I was given my testimonium or certificate of completion.



After the war, the abbey was reconstructed






Saint Benedict founded the abbey himself in around 529. He lived out his years at Montecassino and wrote his Rules here. He died in 547. Both Benedict and his twin sister Scolastica, founder of the Benedictine nuns, are buried in the crypt.



Montecassino is very high above Cassini and it took quite a while to climb down to the railway station.

Part of the pathway down from the mountain uses an original Roman road .



Congratulations Paul xx
What a tragedy to bomb the abbey and what a wonderful restoration.
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Congratulations Paul! I have truly enjoyed your daily photos and recounting of your journey. I walked this trail in 2018 and it is one of my favorites. Your writings and photos brought back many happy memories but with your own special observations.
I loo k forward to your next journey!
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Thanks Karen
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Success was never in doubt. Another tick in the ‘must do walks’ list. Enjoy your next few days with your feet up.
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congratulations! Enjoyed reading your posts and hope to do this one myself sometime soon.
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It’s a great walk but don’t do it during a heat wave!
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Congratulations Paul, I’ll miss your updates.
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Waiting for you in Bologna!
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Ciao Paul, descrivi benissimo le emozioni e i luoghi che incontri lungo il cammino. Il nostro incontro e la nostra amicizia è arrivata grazie a questo fantastico cammino. La Ciociaria è una terra di gente umile, generosa, accogliente e amichevole. Ti abbraccio e spero un giorno di rincontrarci. Cordialmente Pino
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Ciao Pino è veramente strano come succedono cose così – ad incontrarti proprio a quel momento ! Tante grazie per le tue belle parole
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That is so great Paul! What wonderful places you walked through . Really inspirational!
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Thanks Janet It was a great walk but terribly hot .
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Thankyou for sharing blog , has helped me to decide for next year’s Italian trail.
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I’m glad you found it of use. Have you decided to walk along the Cammino di Adan Benedetto?
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Yes most likely for 2023, have ordered guide book.
Will be interesting to walk in southern Lazio also .
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Forgot to ask, do you speak Italian Paul ?
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Hi yes I speak fluent Italian and usually don’t speak any English while I’m walking in Italy. I see posts in the San Benedetto facebook page in English so I imagine many people along the way speak English .
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