Ciao!

Che fa? Me? Well I am back in cloudy old England after a few days in sunny Verona. I didn't get to meet Gattuso but it is so nice to be able to understand people again! Italy was amazing though. I've never seen so much pasta, sunglasses, and chest hair in my life. I think I will learn some of the language before I go back though. Thank god Shannon and laura were with us because I have a feeling we wouldn't have run into so many friendly Italian men without them. My aunt and cousins have the lions share of the photos so I will put up some more in a week or two when they get back in the states. Till then here is a little recap.




Day 1
The flight in to Venice was awful. I felt like my sinuses were going to explode the whole way. Luckily they didn't and I hoped a bus, to hop a train, to go to Verona. I met the sweetest old Filipino lady on the bus, she just talked and talked and talked and she forgot to buy a bus ticket but she was old so it was OK.

She had been to Liverpool once. For what you ask! A quilting society meeting? A bake sale? To eat some scouse? Nope, all wrong. A Euthanasia conference! How charming. although on second thought she could have meant "Youth in Asia" conference... but seriously that just makes no sense.


So I got into Verona and met up with my Aunt, two of her friends Jeanie and Penny, and two of my cousins Laura and Shannon. We saw what was supposedly Juliet's house, then we ate at what was supposedly Romeo's house (both of which I am sure are tourist traps but I love tourist traps so it worked out well for me). At dinner one of Karen's friends, Penny, signed the reservation book thinking it was a register where people from around the world left their mark, this was after they exited the bathroom* together which turned some heads, but before Jeanie hung out the second story window looking for her nephew. I think when we left they weren't to broken up about it.

*In Italy many of the bathrooms are just a hole in the floor which made things interesting for the ladies. Also they have pay toilettes everywhere! Which kind of suck. I though the right to pee was inalienable across the world. Guess not.

Check out the diggs. Pretty swanky. Pretty much the opposite of what mine and Dan's European travels are going to be like in December.




more stories soon...