Thursday, April 30, 2009
Cinque Terre Photos
So Cinque Terre is deserving of more than the few photos I posted. I've added more photos to an album through bubbleshare and am attaching the album. Keep in mind that these are still only a fraction of the fabby photos we took in Cinque Terre.
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Cinque Terre Part 3
30 April 2009
Cinque Terre Part 3
We started the day on the train from Vernazza to Corniglia. The plan was to hike from Corniglia into Vernazza. The path wasn’t as treacherous as the trail between Vernazza and Monterosso, but still very difficult
I think I’ll let the pictures tell the story.
Views of Corniglia
Can you tell what this is? It is in fact a bedframe. Can you see it now? We saw such gates all over Cinque Terre.
Terraced hilltops. In Cinque Terre, you can see grape vines and other crops lining the hills, as it has been done for many, many years.
Arriving in Vernazza after a grueling hike.
Vernazza.
Cinque Terre Part 3
We started the day on the train from Vernazza to Corniglia. The plan was to hike from Corniglia into Vernazza. The path wasn’t as treacherous as the trail between Vernazza and Monterosso, but still very difficult
I think I’ll let the pictures tell the story.
Views of Corniglia
Can you tell what this is? It is in fact a bedframe. Can you see it now? We saw such gates all over Cinque Terre.
Terraced hilltops. In Cinque Terre, you can see grape vines and other crops lining the hills, as it has been done for many, many years.
Arriving in Vernazza after a grueling hike.
Vernazza.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Cinque Terre Part 2
29 April 2009
Cinque Terre is not for the faint of heart or the faint of legs. Boasting stunning views along the Mediterranean coast and leg-breaking hiking trails (but only between Vernazza and Monterosso and between Corniglia and Vernazza), Cinque Terre is definitely worth two or three days in Italy.
Tour guide book talk aside, we had a great time (how often am I going to say those words, but mean so much more?). We hiked from our room in Vernazza to Monterosso, hung out in Monterosso for several hours, took the train to Riomaggiore, walked to Manarola, then took the train back to Vernazza.
The Vernazza-Monterosso hike was… difficult. Difficult is such an inaccurate word. The path was not well-maintained (where did my 5 Euro park entrance fee go?) It was narrow, often muddy, rocky, and sometimes steep. On more than one occasion, we had to stand in unsafe places so that people could pass us. When I say unsafe, I’m talking about two people standing on a tree trunk jetting out from the side of the mountain while a family squeezes by on the path (barely wide enough for a single person, much less two). Did I mention that these hiking trails are through the mountains overlooking the ocean? I should probably explain that Cinque Terre refers to the 5 cities (Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore) and that the paths (hiking trails) between the five cities are considered national park area and an admission fee is charged (5 Euro per day).
The walk from Riomaggiore to Manarola was far more… bland. The whole path was wide and paved and less interesting, but the views were still stunning. I don’t know how many photos I took of brightly colored Riomaggiore jutting out over the ocean. I’m sure I took even more of Manarola in the slowly descending sun.
As hard as I try, I can’t quite explain just how amazing being here is. I’ve attached a few photos, but I’m not completely sure that even those do Cinque Terre justice.
Me hiding.
Look carefully. Can you see him? There is a giant rock man in this photo.
Monterosso.
One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just isn't the same. Can you guess? This is the women's toilet at the train station in one of the Cinque Terre towns. Yes, I did use it. Very carefully I might add.
This is a view of Vernazza from the hiking trail. This is before the trail became particularly difficult/narrow/windy/steep.
Tomorrow we will hike between Corniglia and Vernazza.
Cinque Terre is not for the faint of heart or the faint of legs. Boasting stunning views along the Mediterranean coast and leg-breaking hiking trails (but only between Vernazza and Monterosso and between Corniglia and Vernazza), Cinque Terre is definitely worth two or three days in Italy.
Tour guide book talk aside, we had a great time (how often am I going to say those words, but mean so much more?). We hiked from our room in Vernazza to Monterosso, hung out in Monterosso for several hours, took the train to Riomaggiore, walked to Manarola, then took the train back to Vernazza.
The Vernazza-Monterosso hike was… difficult. Difficult is such an inaccurate word. The path was not well-maintained (where did my 5 Euro park entrance fee go?) It was narrow, often muddy, rocky, and sometimes steep. On more than one occasion, we had to stand in unsafe places so that people could pass us. When I say unsafe, I’m talking about two people standing on a tree trunk jetting out from the side of the mountain while a family squeezes by on the path (barely wide enough for a single person, much less two). Did I mention that these hiking trails are through the mountains overlooking the ocean? I should probably explain that Cinque Terre refers to the 5 cities (Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore) and that the paths (hiking trails) between the five cities are considered national park area and an admission fee is charged (5 Euro per day).
The walk from Riomaggiore to Manarola was far more… bland. The whole path was wide and paved and less interesting, but the views were still stunning. I don’t know how many photos I took of brightly colored Riomaggiore jutting out over the ocean. I’m sure I took even more of Manarola in the slowly descending sun.
As hard as I try, I can’t quite explain just how amazing being here is. I’ve attached a few photos, but I’m not completely sure that even those do Cinque Terre justice.
Me hiding.
Look carefully. Can you see him? There is a giant rock man in this photo.
Monterosso.
One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just isn't the same. Can you guess? This is the women's toilet at the train station in one of the Cinque Terre towns. Yes, I did use it. Very carefully I might add.
This is a view of Vernazza from the hiking trail. This is before the trail became particularly difficult/narrow/windy/steep.
Tomorrow we will hike between Corniglia and Vernazza.
Cinque Terre Part 1
28 April 2009
Yesterday was not at all what I expected. I fully expected to wake up, get ready, hop on a train, and pop up in Cinque Terre. Nothing of the sort happened.
We arrived at the train station in Lucca about 11 thinking our train was at 11.30 (we had deutch bahned the schedule). But when we bought our tickets, it turned out that there was a better connection that the German website didn’t tell us about at 1.00. So we spent an hour relaxing in the grass and wildflowers on top of the city wall. The connection would have been fine if we had been able to make the 2nd train after a 1 minute layover. It would have been enough time for those in the know (aka locals), but not for two tourists.
We finally arrived in La Spezia and still had to take another train to Cinque Terre. As the name implies, there are five towns that make up Cinque Terre. Based on a recommendation, we decided to stay in Vernazza. Of course, the 3.27 train was late – a good 30 minutes late, meaning we didn’t actually arrive in Vernazza until hours after we had wanted to arrive there. Walking down the hill into the town from the train station, we started noticing signs advertising rooms to let. Greg asked at a pizza place advertising rooms and here I am sitting in a small wifi-less room with a small table, bathroom, and viewless patio. The room is really just fine, I guess I'm making it sound worse than it is. It's clean and comfortable, and that's all I really need.
Last night after we settled in with a bottle of home-made wine brought to us by the owner, we set out to explore the town. Unfortunately, we did not bring the flashlight as there are few path lights. The town is cute and quaint (I sincerely hope I don’t start overusing that word). We found a playground, a cemetery, a monorail (hopefully I can add a picture of that – it was crazy), and many interesting stairways. We plan on spending all of tomorrow and the next day exploring the other Cinque Terre towns.
This photo was taken on the playground. Greg was trying to get me in focus and everything behind me swirling. I quite like this photo.
Yesterday was not at all what I expected. I fully expected to wake up, get ready, hop on a train, and pop up in Cinque Terre. Nothing of the sort happened.
We arrived at the train station in Lucca about 11 thinking our train was at 11.30 (we had deutch bahned the schedule). But when we bought our tickets, it turned out that there was a better connection that the German website didn’t tell us about at 1.00. So we spent an hour relaxing in the grass and wildflowers on top of the city wall. The connection would have been fine if we had been able to make the 2nd train after a 1 minute layover. It would have been enough time for those in the know (aka locals), but not for two tourists.
We finally arrived in La Spezia and still had to take another train to Cinque Terre. As the name implies, there are five towns that make up Cinque Terre. Based on a recommendation, we decided to stay in Vernazza. Of course, the 3.27 train was late – a good 30 minutes late, meaning we didn’t actually arrive in Vernazza until hours after we had wanted to arrive there. Walking down the hill into the town from the train station, we started noticing signs advertising rooms to let. Greg asked at a pizza place advertising rooms and here I am sitting in a small wifi-less room with a small table, bathroom, and viewless patio. The room is really just fine, I guess I'm making it sound worse than it is. It's clean and comfortable, and that's all I really need.
Last night after we settled in with a bottle of home-made wine brought to us by the owner, we set out to explore the town. Unfortunately, we did not bring the flashlight as there are few path lights. The town is cute and quaint (I sincerely hope I don’t start overusing that word). We found a playground, a cemetery, a monorail (hopefully I can add a picture of that – it was crazy), and many interesting stairways. We plan on spending all of tomorrow and the next day exploring the other Cinque Terre towns.
This photo was taken on the playground. Greg was trying to get me in focus and everything behind me swirling. I quite like this photo.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Florence
Florence was great. I only spent one cold, slightly snowy day there in 2005, so I'm glad I had another opportunity to see the city. Unfortunately, it rained much of the time we were there, but we were still able to see some amazing things including the duomo and David (in the Accademia). By the way, it just happened to be National Museum free week while we were there, so we managed to get into the Accademia and the Ufizzi for FREE.
Me working on our painting. Greg painted half, and I painted the other half. It's an abstract masterpiece!
We were trying to find the Ufizzi Gallery when we saw a plaza with a large square of white plastic, paint brushes, and buckets of paint. So of course we joined in.
The finished street art project. We had completely forgotten about the project, but happened to walk by it on the way back to the hostel. I'm glad we did as we were able to see what had become of the blank "canvas." Almost every inch was covered and there were still people trying to write their message or draw their picture.
Ponte Vecchio.
The Duomo.
Me working on our painting. Greg painted half, and I painted the other half. It's an abstract masterpiece!
We were trying to find the Ufizzi Gallery when we saw a plaza with a large square of white plastic, paint brushes, and buckets of paint. So of course we joined in.
The finished street art project. We had completely forgotten about the project, but happened to walk by it on the way back to the hostel. I'm glad we did as we were able to see what had become of the blank "canvas." Almost every inch was covered and there were still people trying to write their message or draw their picture.
Ponte Vecchio.
The Duomo.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Lucca, Italy
Lucca, like the rest of Italy, has been... amazing (for lack of a better word). Yesterday and today it rained, but Greg and I were still able to see the sites. We arrived yesterday around two, checked into the hotel, and walked around the city before dining at the only restaurant open. (It was Sunday evening and we couldn't find any other food options and we were both on the verge of starving). I ate spinach tortellini with a cheese sauce (although I had ordered cheese ravioli with sage and butter sauce for my primi) and for my secondi (second course), I had the eggplant. We tried the house wine, but were not impressed (although I think Greg said it was better than the 2 Euro wine he bought in Venice in a water bottle).
By the way, the hotel is great. I've never been to a place that serves breakfast in the room (for 2.50 Euro each). There is a mini fridge in the room (which we stocked today with food bought from a grocery store right outside the city walls - yes, the city is still completely surrounded by hundreds of years old walls). We were so impressed with the hotel, we decided to stay a second night. Originally, we were planning on just passing through Lucca and heading to Cinque Terre only immediately, but I for one am glad to stay a second day.
Today, the weather was a bit better in the midday, but turned sprinkly around 2.30 or 3.00 and started raining about 5.00. The first thing we did was head in the direction of the treed tower. There are 17 towers inside the city walls of Lucca by our count. This number increases significantly if you add in the number of towers built on top of houses/buildings. We decided that climbing a tower for the bird's eye view would be worthwhile. I chose the Guinigi tower because of the trees growing on top. Although novel, the trees posed an interesting problem - How do I get around these other fools with cameras glued to their faces? and How do I avoid elbowing the girl in the pink jacket? I never figured out. From the top of this tower, we had an amazing view of Lucca. We were able to count the 17 towers and determine that there were in fact trees surrounding the entire city (I found out later that there are 4 different kinds of trees, one on each side). After the tower, we headed towards the city walls with the intention of walking all the way around the city on top of the walls. We google mapped the journey tonight and found out the trip was 3 miles. It didn't feel like 3 miles, but walking in the rain became less and less enjoyable.
About a mile into the walk (I'm totally guessing here), Greg discovered a locked gate in front of stairs that led to an unlocked iron door. In his version of this story, we jumped the gate (he jumped, I nervously put one leg over at a time) and walked down the stairs into a dark, dank, and dreary Medieval dungeon. In my version, we walked down concrete steps, through the unlocked metal door, and into a forgotten chamber currently used by the homeless. His story is far more exciting, so let's go with that version. I was terrified that something was going to jump out at me. Fortunately nothing did and we got out of there quickly after taking a few pictures (I couldn't see anything it was so dark. Greg had a small flashlight, but it did me absolutely no good). We walked back up the stairs, climbed over the fence, and walked away quickly as the couple sitting on the bench facing the gate stared at us funny. We heated up dinner in the microwave (yay for grocery stores with microwavable caneloni), organized our pictures, and are currently blogging.
Tomorrow, the plan is to eat breakfast, get our things packed again, and take a train to La Spezia and continue on to Cinque Terre.
***I'm sorry the pictures are not posted in the appropriate spots, but I am having a picture problem with blogger that is not allowing me to conveniently move the pictures to the correct places.
****At some point, I will get around to blogging about Florence and Siena. Look for those posts in the next couple of days.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Siena, Italy
Siena is one of those small towns that Rick Steves suggests visiting. We went as a day trip from Florence. Although not our favorite Italian city, I'm glad we went.
Great view of the city.
The duomo.
Piazza del Campo. The town hall is behind me.
I just thought this was funny. I guess he was taking his scheduled union break (hehe). You see these guys all over Europe and they drive me crazy. No I do not want any pictures of a guy wearing a sheet and gold paint. I never have. I never do. I never will. But as long as some tourists will give these guys a few coins to take their photo, they stay in business.
Great view of the city.
The duomo.
Piazza del Campo. The town hall is behind me.
I just thought this was funny. I guess he was taking his scheduled union break (hehe). You see these guys all over Europe and they drive me crazy. No I do not want any pictures of a guy wearing a sheet and gold paint. I never have. I never do. I never will. But as long as some tourists will give these guys a few coins to take their photo, they stay in business.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Part 2
23 April 2009
I had absolutely no problems at the airport. I was expecting to be told that my bag was too big and be forced to pay 12 pounds because of the insane baggage limitations. Fortunately, nobody seemed to care how big my bag was.
At the Pisa airport, I spent a frantic 40 minutes or so trying to find an atm. I found one upstairs in an out-of-the-way nook and only later realized there was an atm next to the train tickets line. I also spent forever waiting in line to buy train tickets only to find that I could have bought the same ticket in a couple of minutes without waiting in line at the automated ticket machine outside at the tracks.
Pisa itself is uninteresting with the exception of the leaning tower. Apparently there are three leaning towers in Italy, but the one in Pisa is the most touristed/famous. I had to walk a kilometer or two to the tower. And there it was, next to the cathedral. Leaning. A lot. I took a few thousand photos, but didn’t bother to climb up. Instead I sat on the grass (I stepped over a chain and past a Keep Off the Grass sign to get to it) and took off my shoes. Locals were hanging out, playing soccer or talking. Tourists too were sitting on the grass, but I believe that there were more locals than tourists on this forbidden grass.
The leaning tower. Is it leaning or is it me??
The leaning tower and the cathedral. It's easy to tell how much the tower is leaning when compared to the cathedral.
The most eventful thing that happened in Pisa was being hit in the arm by a flying French soccer ball. After a really long time (like 30 seconds), some guy apologized.
Off to Florence.
It started raining while I was on the train. My umbrella came in handy, in particular to ward off anxious umbrella vendors (yes, they exist and pop out in droves at the first sign of moisture). I walked to the hostel immediately where Greg and I had decided to meet.
Both starving (he had traveled from Venice and had arrived about an hour before I did), we asked reception for a restaurant recommendation and headed out for a place with a fixed price menu. The pizza was pretty good.
Plan for Florence:
Uffizzi Gallery
Accademia
Market
Bird’s Eye View
Duomo
I had absolutely no problems at the airport. I was expecting to be told that my bag was too big and be forced to pay 12 pounds because of the insane baggage limitations. Fortunately, nobody seemed to care how big my bag was.
At the Pisa airport, I spent a frantic 40 minutes or so trying to find an atm. I found one upstairs in an out-of-the-way nook and only later realized there was an atm next to the train tickets line. I also spent forever waiting in line to buy train tickets only to find that I could have bought the same ticket in a couple of minutes without waiting in line at the automated ticket machine outside at the tracks.
Pisa itself is uninteresting with the exception of the leaning tower. Apparently there are three leaning towers in Italy, but the one in Pisa is the most touristed/famous. I had to walk a kilometer or two to the tower. And there it was, next to the cathedral. Leaning. A lot. I took a few thousand photos, but didn’t bother to climb up. Instead I sat on the grass (I stepped over a chain and past a Keep Off the Grass sign to get to it) and took off my shoes. Locals were hanging out, playing soccer or talking. Tourists too were sitting on the grass, but I believe that there were more locals than tourists on this forbidden grass.
The leaning tower. Is it leaning or is it me??
The leaning tower and the cathedral. It's easy to tell how much the tower is leaning when compared to the cathedral.
The most eventful thing that happened in Pisa was being hit in the arm by a flying French soccer ball. After a really long time (like 30 seconds), some guy apologized.
Off to Florence.
It started raining while I was on the train. My umbrella came in handy, in particular to ward off anxious umbrella vendors (yes, they exist and pop out in droves at the first sign of moisture). I walked to the hostel immediately where Greg and I had decided to meet.
Both starving (he had traveled from Venice and had arrived about an hour before I did), we asked reception for a restaurant recommendation and headed out for a place with a fixed price menu. The pizza was pretty good.
Plan for Florence:
Uffizzi Gallery
Accademia
Market
Bird’s Eye View
Duomo
London
23 April 2009, 4.00 am
Yesterday was pleasant. I ended up going to the British Library, shopping a bit (only buying a half-price scarf), and then going to the British Museum. I really thought I had never been to the British Museum. But guess what? I had. Since my feet were already tired, I didn’t bother revisiting the museum. I spent a few minutes with the Assyrian relics, and then left. The weather really was too nice to spend the day indoors.
The British Library was great. There is a column of antique books on bookshelves in the center surrounded by glass. I should know the significance of these books - I read it on a plaque yesterday, but I cannot remember. The main attractions at the library are located in a large room off to the left after you ascend the first set of stairs. Here you will find “Yesterday” handwritten on the back of a greeting card, a handwritten copy of Jane Eyre, Lewis Carroll’s journal, and many other treasures. I must admit that it’s one thing to see, play, or hear any Mozart piece, but a very different experience to see the handwritten composition for a concerto. And by the way, those illuminated manuscripts are fabulous. They should really be considered art as opposed to history/historical documents. I was completely taken aback by how intricate and careful the details were in the designs and pictures. By the way, there is another library also next to Kings Cross tube station. I walked into this library thinking it was THE British Library. Turns out it was just an ordinary British library. I walked around for a few minutes pretending to peruse the books.
I ended the day by taking the tube to Westminster and taking some of those iconic London photograph shots with my new(ish) camera. Of course I have pictures of London Eye and Big Ben and Parliament and all of that, but I didn’t have any of those shots taken with a nice camera. Besides, I was meeting a friend in a pub near Westminster. Unfortunately, I was late to meet my friend. I gave myself plenty of time, BUT I did not factor in walking 15 minutes in the wrong direction. I (stupidly) chose to take the tube (rather than trying to find myself on the map and figure it out from there - I knew I was at least 15 minutes away). Twenty-five minutes later, I ended up at the Slug and Lettuce on Artillery Road (15 minutes late). I relaxed, ordered a drink, and talked to my friend for quite a while. If you ever find yourself at a Slug and Lettuce, the butternut squash lasagna is interestingly yummy.
This morning, I awoke about 1.30 unable to get back to sleep. I blame the girl who could not stop coughing. I got dressed in the dark, tried to repack my bag, and came downstairs to the pub. The pub looks as if it would be a cool place to hang out. I thought about it last night - it was packed - but I was exhausted after almost 36 hours of anti-sleep. I’ll leave in a few minutes to head for the Easybus stop.
Today’s plan:
1. Take the bus to London Luton Airport.
2. Fly to Pisa.
3. Take some photos of the leaning tower. I haven’t decided yet whether or not I will actually climb the tower, but as of now, I’m thinking no. I am absolutely exhausted and I’m not sure my body can handle the stairs/apprehension.
4. Take the train to Florence.
5. Check in at the hostel.
6. Try to post this (complete with pictures if possible).
Yesterday was pleasant. I ended up going to the British Library, shopping a bit (only buying a half-price scarf), and then going to the British Museum. I really thought I had never been to the British Museum. But guess what? I had. Since my feet were already tired, I didn’t bother revisiting the museum. I spent a few minutes with the Assyrian relics, and then left. The weather really was too nice to spend the day indoors.
The British Library was great. There is a column of antique books on bookshelves in the center surrounded by glass. I should know the significance of these books - I read it on a plaque yesterday, but I cannot remember. The main attractions at the library are located in a large room off to the left after you ascend the first set of stairs. Here you will find “Yesterday” handwritten on the back of a greeting card, a handwritten copy of Jane Eyre, Lewis Carroll’s journal, and many other treasures. I must admit that it’s one thing to see, play, or hear any Mozart piece, but a very different experience to see the handwritten composition for a concerto. And by the way, those illuminated manuscripts are fabulous. They should really be considered art as opposed to history/historical documents. I was completely taken aback by how intricate and careful the details were in the designs and pictures. By the way, there is another library also next to Kings Cross tube station. I walked into this library thinking it was THE British Library. Turns out it was just an ordinary British library. I walked around for a few minutes pretending to peruse the books.
I ended the day by taking the tube to Westminster and taking some of those iconic London photograph shots with my new(ish) camera. Of course I have pictures of London Eye and Big Ben and Parliament and all of that, but I didn’t have any of those shots taken with a nice camera. Besides, I was meeting a friend in a pub near Westminster. Unfortunately, I was late to meet my friend. I gave myself plenty of time, BUT I did not factor in walking 15 minutes in the wrong direction. I (stupidly) chose to take the tube (rather than trying to find myself on the map and figure it out from there - I knew I was at least 15 minutes away). Twenty-five minutes later, I ended up at the Slug and Lettuce on Artillery Road (15 minutes late). I relaxed, ordered a drink, and talked to my friend for quite a while. If you ever find yourself at a Slug and Lettuce, the butternut squash lasagna is interestingly yummy.
This morning, I awoke about 1.30 unable to get back to sleep. I blame the girl who could not stop coughing. I got dressed in the dark, tried to repack my bag, and came downstairs to the pub. The pub looks as if it would be a cool place to hang out. I thought about it last night - it was packed - but I was exhausted after almost 36 hours of anti-sleep. I’ll leave in a few minutes to head for the Easybus stop.
Today’s plan:
1. Take the bus to London Luton Airport.
2. Fly to Pisa.
3. Take some photos of the leaning tower. I haven’t decided yet whether or not I will actually climb the tower, but as of now, I’m thinking no. I am absolutely exhausted and I’m not sure my body can handle the stairs/apprehension.
4. Take the train to Florence.
5. Check in at the hostel.
6. Try to post this (complete with pictures if possible).
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
London
So I've made it to London and I'm not dead (huge fear of flying and death occurring during flight). At the moment, I am taking advantage of free internet at the British Library. In a minute, I will check out the Magna Carta and some illuminated manuscripts.
Later today, I plan to visit the British Museum and Tate Modern (one of my all-time favorite art museums, probably only behind the Rodin Museum in Paris).
Well, I'm off!
Later today, I plan to visit the British Museum and Tate Modern (one of my all-time favorite art museums, probably only behind the Rodin Museum in Paris).
Well, I'm off!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Today's the Day
So this is it. In a few short hours, I will be leaving Texas for a couple of months. I am more or less ready. I still have a few things to print out and I've got to shower, so yeah, more or less ready.
I swear I will have more interesting things to talk about in a couple of days. By the way, I don't anticipate having internet access until Thursday at the earliest (when I'm in Florence).
I better go. I have about 3 hours left in which to get ready/prepare my nerves for the plane.
I swear I will have more interesting things to talk about in a couple of days. By the way, I don't anticipate having internet access until Thursday at the earliest (when I'm in Florence).
I better go. I have about 3 hours left in which to get ready/prepare my nerves for the plane.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
One Week Left
I'm still working on my to-do list here and there. I've accomplished much of it and now only have a number of small tasks that I've been putting off (I really have no interest in calling the credit card companies or the airline).
So now it's really just a waiting game.
By the way, the first couple of weeks is planned:
April 21 - fly from Austin to London
April 22 - arrive in London, spend day in London
April 23 - fly to Pisa, spend afternoon in Pisa propping up the leaning tower, then take a train to Florence
April 24-25 - Florence
April 26-May 1 - Cinque Terre
May 2 - fly to Athens
That's as far as we've gotten.
So now it's really just a waiting game.
By the way, the first couple of weeks is planned:
April 21 - fly from Austin to London
April 22 - arrive in London, spend day in London
April 23 - fly to Pisa, spend afternoon in Pisa propping up the leaning tower, then take a train to Florence
April 24-25 - Florence
April 26-May 1 - Cinque Terre
May 2 - fly to Athens
That's as far as we've gotten.
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