The last day / a draft

this I believe is day 12 but I am loosing track of where and when - why was lost a long time ago!
Our charming hostess in Divinis as I believe the restaurant/hotel was called made it up just before us - the local guests who arrived as we were leaving yesterday evening (including one in complete cowboy outfit) kept her up till 0200. Well supported by beer and cigarettes (I did tell her that smoking gives her wrinkles and even played the Ray Gelato song Fuma for her!!) - now where was I? - yes she made it just in time to serve us a rather rudimentary breakfast before we headed off - and she very likely headed back to bed. For us it was into the wind - the only difference between the French and the Italian wind is the temperature - the Italian one is warm - but still right smack in our noses.
We plodded on through very uninspiring scenery - flat as a pancake, dry as a Dodo (were they really dry?), each village looking the same as the last. We followed the river Po - absolutely massive - wide as an extremely extremely large elephant's bottom (miles!) - by the way we have seen and crossed  some rivers on our trip - the Thames, the Somme, the Mosel, the Rhine, the Meuse and tomorrow we will cross the Rubicon - now where are my dice? The Po led us to Ferrare - pretty but not jaw dropping- when you have seen a few dozen cathedrals you become a bit blasé about them.
We then headed for Ravenna but some snotty little river threw a spanner in the works / the ferry meant to carry us across it broke down and we had to do a 10kgravel tracked detour into the b.... wind blowing along the b... Snotty river. We did see loads of Flamingos but that was really not why we started on this journey. And we also geard some nightingales. - now that is lovely (thanks, Peter).
So we pushed on and on and on (hands up if you are still reading this!) and suddenly (if that word can ever be used about a painstakingly slow process into the wind ( and we are talking about big branches and trees swaying) the sign Cessinatico indicated that we had reached the end of our journey. We did 130 miles the last day (for those of you in metric that is >200 km into the wind - well headwind is the same in imperial and metric!) and the applause when we entered the dining room at the Riz did make us feel slightly emotional about the whole thing.
We did it, we b.... well did it 1000+ miles of wind and rain and very very good company - just a shame that Paul could not stay with us till the end.
Now for a good nights sleep....…