Buon giorno from…Ireland? No, Italy. I think they have Saint Patrick’s Day over here.
By the time this posts, Jeri and I should have landed in Firenze (Florence) and we plan to stay here for three nights before taking a bus to Siena to visit Heather for a week. She’s been here since January because her college is making her do a semester abroad. College is tough nowadays. When I was in school…
I know I have cousins over here somewhere. My mother’s parents emigrated from the south of Italy to Hartford, Connecticut about a hundred years ago. It would take a little work, but I could probably find people who look just like me but speak with a different accent (in Maine we don’t pronounce the “Rs” but over here they make a big, big deal over them).
Maybe next trip I’ll go look for them and tell them to lighten up on the trill.
Jeri is here for the architecture as well as to see Heather. She studied much of this in college, particularly the cathedrals of Florence and Siena, the two cities where we’ll stay. When we first decided we were coming she trotted out her textbooks and photocopied the plans of il Duomo, the cathedral in Siena, which turns out to be around the corner from the little flat we’ve rented. We’ll be right in the old city, in the center of things, which means cafés, museums and fine food within a short walk, and that suits me fine. We’ll probably take a few bus trips to neighboring towns like San Gimignano, but we wont have to. That’s the good part. And maybe we’ll do an overnight trip to Rome. Not driving. Not driving. I hear they’re crazy over here, even though we’re related.
Heather has been getting around the country quite a bit since January and we’re counting on her as a tour guide and travel agent. For photos and more about her travels see her blog by clicking here.
See you in Maine. Ciao.