So, life’s been a little crazy in my world as of late. (Hence the long blog pause.) We moved house and said a sniffly good-bye to Pool Duck, our faithful little swimming pool temperature checker for the past seven months. We experienced mad amounts of rain. We dealt with internet outages out the yin yang. We hosted visitors. We figured out what we’re going to do with ourselves now that we’re homeless: Italy, here we come.
Huzzah, we have an itinerary:
October 6 - long-ass drive from Moraira to Aix-en-Provence. Find a hotel with secure parking and forget the car for a couple days.
October 9 - San Remo or Genoa or somewhere in between.
October 10-17- Lucca, a city not far from the Tuscan coast. Visit Florence and Siena while we’re in Tuscany.
October 17-30 – Argegno, a village on Lake Como. Visit Milan and Verona while we’re in the area.
October 31 – November 2 – No plans. Playing it by ear. Will get to celebrate All Saints Day somewhere.
November 3 – 16 – Ferrara, which sounds like a gem of a city. Visit Padua and Bologna, too.
After that we’ll return to Spain, and on the way will stop over in Roquebrun and Barcelona, but might also try to squeeze in a day or two in Marseille. Or, we’ll just get a ferry from Livorno to Barcelona. It all depends on how travel jaded we are at that stage.
If you’re betting people, start wagering about the collective weight gain of our little trio, and yes I’m including the dog in this. It’s bound to happen, because if salami is in the vicinity Rufus will not rest until we give him at least a suggestion of it. Frankly, I could use a food minder on this trip myself, because I’m half resolved to eat my way through it. And why not? I’ve packed clothing that forgives.
Luckily, the Italian dictionary (Oxford, Beginner’s Italian Dictionary) I ordered from Amazon UK arrived in time, so I’ve been leafing through it looking for words that catch my eye. These trend towards being phrases I’m least likely to need, like l’acqua si rivesava nella cucina or “the water was pouring into the kitchen.” Funny how disasters sound so perfectly lovely in certain languages.
