CIAO BELLA

Hello from Florence,Italy. Weather is great, though it does rain about a half hour a day. So far, my favorite meal was pasta with olive oil, garlic and red pepper flakes. I had two aperole spritzers the first day with no sleep and very little to eat. THAT was a mistake! Have not had one since.

We walked all over yesterday and the highlight was a Lindt chocolate…not even Italian but who cares, it is Lindt. Yes, we bought some!! I allowed myself to be photographed, which you know I rarely do. I always look gassy.

We walked the Ponte Vecchio, along with a thousand other people, and the views were beautiful.

While walking around we saw a shop called The Iris Gallery. They take a photo of your eye while shining a light into it. It show the color of your Iris that you never see. She commented that I must have blue eyed family members, which I do. I am brown eyed. My Iris has blue around the edges! Then they print and frame it for you. They added what is outside the Iris.

Amazing isn’t?

I have to say, typing on this little IPad is a pain. I think there will be more pictures this trip than words…or punctuation.

We went to the Uffizi Gallery today. Each room had its own guard whose duty was to keep the priceless items safe.

Sweet dreams.

Things I Do Not Understand

My neighbor set a toilet at the road the other night. Who does he think will pick it up?  If it did not look so nasty, I would raise the lid and put a flower arrangement in it. One a month our garbage pick up includes one large item, but that is the first pick up of the month. That toilet is going to sit there for over a week. I guess the across the street neighbors are following suit, and they have placed a sofa across from the toilet. It has rained two solid days. No one is going to want that sofa. Ahhhh,  the  beauty.

Why is packing for a trip so difficult?  I need clothes for thirteen days. We are staying at an AirBnB in Florence that has a washing machine. That should mean I need six and a half outfits. If you have ever seen me eat, you know I need a bit more than that. A tshirt dress can be warn twice, so that means with a washing machine that is four days of the thirteen.  Two dresses, eight days. A pair of capris and two tops, four more. Almost done, right? Hell no.  Right now I have three dresses, a pair of capris, two pair of pants, two tops each for both the capris and pants, ten pair of underwear, socks I will never wear, a rain jacket, a denim jacket and shoes. I also have another pair of capris on order.  I need someone to go through and minimize the stock.  

I want to go to Poland but no one is interested.  I still have family there, but would not know them if I ran into them. Actually, I would not know how to even say excuse me, if I ran into them.  Thank heaven my maternal grandmother was named Katherine, as I was named for her. My maternal great grandmother was named Theckla, and I think they should have named my sister that. Hee hee What a name.   Not much better on the paternal side. My dad’s mom was named Bertha Freeda, and she had two sisters: Ida Olga and Elsie Edna. She got even and named her sons Lloyd, Earl, Milton and Ellsworth. We do not good naming genes.

Did someone ask me about my trip?  Let me tell you. Flights are so frigging expensive that it is costing more for an eight hour flight from Chicago to Rome and return than my part of all the accommodations for the entire trip. I bring a sandwich when I fly. Not that I think it is a safety feature or anything but I would rather have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich than any of the stuff they call a meal. I did have a great banana on my last flight though. Bananas are bananas right? Wrong. This one was a perfect banana.   I  digress. They do beverage service, then feed you, then turn down the lights so you can sleep because it is really middle of night in Europe, but it is only 4PM my time. Thank goodness for pharmaceuticals.  If I can get four hours sleep, I will not be a zombie upon arrival. Note: Never chose a seat near the bathrooms….never, I don’t care how much extra you have to pay.  When you take off they are nice and have a fresh aroma. By the time you land you are having flashbacks to Greyhound bus stations.

When I travel I have more energy than when I am at home. Interestingly, about ten or twelve of you have actually traveled to Europe with me.   I have such fun. I did not enjoy Scandinavia, but it was pretty. Pretty boring actually.  I should do a blog of adventures I have had with some of you. I won’t use your names with the embarrassing ones.  Such fun. Ok, this does not fit with the title of this specific blog, but I am getting excited about going, and it is invading my thought process.

I might make it a tradition to end each blog with a photo of my dog. Why?  I love my dog. She is funny, a good companion and almost as stubborn as I am. Almost. She sleeps a lot. When you look at her from the angle toward her stomach she looks like a pig. I like pigs too. And I do not eat them.  Oh, that is another thing about travel, a difficult thing. I only eat fish and poultry. That is not easy in most countries. Italy is pretty easy, but in Germany I about starve. Thank heaven for beer and pretzels.  I looked into a tour of Morocco, and a review said, “If you do not like cumin you will starve to death. “ Hate cumin. Not going to see Morocco.

The next blog I will attempt from my IPad mini. If I can do it, then I can blog from Italy. At least I can upload some photos.

May 5 is now in honor of Murdered and Missing Indigenous Women.  Wear red to acknowledge. That is my politics.

I am not as smart as I think I am

Long ago there was a blog. It was about Ann and I as we were building a cabin on a mountain. I did the blog for about seven years, and then it was hacked. I was pissed. I lost interest in the work it took to post all the time. I have a recurring dream that I live in a house for a very long time, and I find a room I never knew existed. Nothing scary, or boogerish as Ann would say, but a room. I told a friend of mine who has studied warped minds like my own and the dreams of those minds. Her immediate words to me were, “Fill your room.” I am beginning to do that, with the blog

Now, the problem is that I really do not know what I am doing. I don’t remember how I did it. I do not know how to put a gallery up or chose a decent background color.

I guess I will post on Facebook that I have blogged, until I can figure out
how to put a subscribe widget on the page.

Oh, the hell with it for now. This is my first in seven years, and I am
older, and slower, but feistier.

Spring has just started here in Northern Michigan. I sat in the sun on my
porch for a whole fifteen minutes yesterday before my toes froze. Trees are
budding and the flowers are coming up. The forsythias have not bloomed yet, and
that to me is the actual sign of spring.

As posted before on FB, I am crocheting. I am not good, but I am creative.
My baskets are getting better, and I am going to be working on towels and dish
cloths next. Think Christmas. That does not seem to be filling my room, but
only filling my time.

I have realized that travel will help fill my room. Ann did not like to
travel, but I really do. I love the planning and organizing almost as much as
the actual going. I am meeting my two freshmen college roommates in Italy in two weeks

 We try to do things each year, and this was an exciting endeavor. We
rented a VRBO in Florence for a week. Plan on doing some day trips. Then we
head to Venice. We travel well together, so I am really excited. In my mind, I
have packed and repacked so many times. I have made a serious decision. I am
going to travel whenever I can. Why save money at this point in my life.
Another friend and I are working on a trip to the German Christmas markets in
December. The roommates are talking about an Outlander car tour in Scotland. I
would love to go to Poland. Make a suggestion. Meet me somewhere in Europe and
we will have a blast.  Morocco is on my list, but I am afraid of the heat and other things.

My blog looks like a poem. It is not. I just do not have that part down either. Time.

This is my dog, Lulabelle. She is trying to give up cigars. She can eat a ten dollar bully stick in five minutes. Sometimes I think she is practicing for some unknown contest. Interesting note: Bully stick is labeled a Pizzle. Pizzle is Middle English for bull penis. Maybe I will switch her back to cigars. Lu is not going to Italy. She is instead going to Aunt Diane’s dog camp. Sam, Diane’s dog, will be coming to Aunt Kathie’s dog came in June. Works out great. 

 

Patience, please have patience. I wanted to get this up before I went to Italy because I wanted to be able to post while there.