From our room this morning, we watched Venice workers pick up everyone’s trash and sort and recycle on-site. And watched our next door neighbor hang her laundry out from 5 stories up—very carefully. Venice truck drivers The hunk I found for Whitney. And, he has a job! View from the canal I looked but didn’t… Continue reading Thanksgiving in Venice And Bad Santa
Who the heck is Tutti Caduti and why did his mother name him so funny? We hadn’t even gotten on the train to Venice and John went in the wrong bathroom. I didn’t hear any screaming. First view of Venice I guess they gag them to death with tomatoes side street to enter our hotel… Continue reading Venice and an Irish Pub
Today, John and I took a self-guided walking tour of Verona. We saw 267 churches 137 piazza’s, 673 headless Roman statues and at least that many dead Roman headstones. Derelict Fascist-era theater Main entrance to Roman Verona–this was a toll booth This stone is from a tomb. Roads outside the walls were lined with tombstones.… Continue reading Where is Romeo?
Last night, we went to one of the side streets for something to eat, and ran across this wonderful little cafe. Turns out they offered an appetizer buffet WITH drinks, for 8 Euro. John, of course, always gets his money’s worth at these deals. There were a number of different cous-cous, veg lasagna, prosciutto, bruschetta… Continue reading Near Disaster but our luck holds!
Blood juice for breakfast Uffizi gallery this morning. Suggested time to stay is 1 1/2 hours. We stayed 3, until my eyes were bleeding. And to boot, we missed the room where Botticelli’s Birth of Venus was displayed. To backtrack would have added another three miles I think, so I took a picture of a… Continue reading Busts and Bones
First, a small leftover from yesterday. Ninja Turtles. Michelangelo, Donatello, and a non-turtle Pisano. We started with a tour of Sienna. Cathedral, houses, main square where the yearly horse races are. Then, on to a lunch at a “farm” which was on a hilltop near San Gimignano. They produce their own wines, and olive oil,… Continue reading Under the Tuscan Clouds, and Ninja Turtles
This is the hairdryer in our room. Very weird. When you lift up the hose, it pulled the thingy up which turns it on automatically. So we hear a lot of off/on/off/on/off/on as we try to use it. However, Eric’s idea might just work. River Arno flows through Florence Yummy and creative gelato Some of… Continue reading David and other stuff