Michelin Stars

Michelin Stars

By: Elizabeth

We are coming to the end of our adventure! We left Slovenia and flew to the Dordogne region of France (10th country) by way of Portugal (9th country). We picked up a car and spent the night in the tiny the medieval town of Sarlat ready to begin our much-anticipated walking tour of the area along the Dordogne River. Together we’ve done a number of walking tours and thoroughly enjoyed them. This one was a little bit different. Our tour operator provides an app to follow and gives us specific directions and some land marks to follow the 8.5 mile course. But we got off course several times. Thankfully, Michael has a backup map app called Gaia that we used to navigate back to the starting point but it entailed walking on the main road dodging cars, inhaling car exhaust and taking us an extra 2.5 miles. As you might imagine, I was not a happy walker after the first day and the thought of another similar day didn’t thrill me.

This has just been part of our traveling experience, things don’t go as planned and the need to assess, re-group and make new plans to fit individual needs. As I did more research about the area I learned there were other things to do like canoeing, going to village markets, visiting caves and museums. While Michael was happy to hike everyday, I decided to venture out on my own and explore and do shorter walks in nature. Voila, being flexible while traveling goes a long way!

The Dordogne region in France is much sleepier than Paris and its surrounds or Provence, but it does provide lots of natural beauty and plenty of Michelin Star restaurants. One has to ask, “Can you ever get tired of foie gras?” That’s what this region is known for — foie gras. Duck and goose foie gras prepared in many unique ways with hopes you never get tired of eating it. Sprinkle in walnuts, goat cheese, some figs, an occasional chestnut purée and some wine from the region and you’ve got a picnic. It was tough, but we managed to eat at three Michelin Star restaurants! I took pictures of the food, but I don’t think they translate well to being there in person, fork in hand . . .

Michael completed most of the 60+ miles of the trek but did take one afternoon off to go canoeing. Who knew, but in a former life he was a Red Cross certified canoeist, so with him as “captain” we ran a 7+ mile section of the Dordogne River. Truth be told, the river is as calm as most backyard swimming pools, so his superior skills were never tested.

On Monday we made the drive back to the Toulouse airport for our penultimate plane trip, a short hop to Munich where we will fly home on Wednesday. We certainly did not plan it, but we arrived in the middle of Oktoberfest and our hotel is a short walk from this, the world’s original beer and folk festival. Neither of us are beer drinkers but we are heading over there to experience everything except the liter sized mugs of beer. Pics and commentary to follow. Counting our layover at the airport in Portugal and the three days we are spending in Germany we have now visited 11 countries in 79 days. It’s been a great adventure but we are both ready for the comforts, ease and familiarity of home.

I’m going to need to change the name our blog to 11counties90days!

 

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The World’s Largest . . .

The World’s Largest . . .

By: Michael with funny edits by Elizabeth

We did not realize until our arrival in the little town of Kobarid in the Soca Valley, that it is one of Slovenia’s most popular destinations for everything outdoors including whitewater rafting, kayaking, canyoning, hiking, zip lining, camping and hang gliding. Because of this, the area is full of (mostly) young people enjoying the adventures. It was very exciting for us to be around all that fun and celebration and beauty of nature. We rented a modern, fully equipped apartment that allowed us to “eat in” which is such a luxury after too many restaurant meals. Loved those mod purple suede swivel chairs. We embarked on a beautiful hike through the Soca valley crossing the Soca River on our way to another spectacular (ho hum!) waterfall, the Slap Kozjak.

Side note: We spent one afternoon doing laundry and going through all of our ‘things’ to pare down and send a big suitcase back to the states. We’re back to a carry-on and a backpack for ease at the end of this journey. It’s so nice to be ‘light’ while traveling.

We took off early on Wednesday morning to drive to the unbelievable Skocjan Caves. Wowsers!!! Neither of us have ever been spelunking (love that word!) before so we were completely blown away by the experience. The Skocjan Caves is a UNESCO World Heritage site and is the largest underground canyon system in the world. The caves are more than two miles long and the largest cavern is more than 450’ high. At its lowest point it is more than 500’ below the surface. What an amazing experience walking through the cave which, of course, is dark and cold. The limestone formations and stalagmites formed by dripping water create a surreal environment that are awe inspiring. This has truly been one of the highlights of our trip to date. Unfortunately, photography was not allowed inside the cave so we don’t have any unworldly pics to share, only a few from outside the caves and one that I took of an impressive poster that I’m too embarrassed to share as my own.

From there we drove to Lipica, home of the largest Lippizanner stud farm in the world. The facility is home to more than 300 of these amazing white stallions. We enjoyed a self-guided tour of the farm where visitors are allowed access to the stables where you can actually make physical contact with them. Very cool. We also got to see a bunch of the recently born foals hanging out with their mamas. Incidentally, the foals are born chocolate brown and slowly loose their color as they age and begin to turn white (I know the feeling). So in a span of less than six hours we got to experience two of the world’s “largest” attractions. More blessings! Slovenia continues to impress and wow us on this trip!

From there we had a short drive to Piran, a bright, (but today, stormy) coastal city on the Adriatic Sea. We are staying in the center of town, right off a beautiful shiny white stoned square (not a plaza or piazza even though this part of Slovenia seems to have a lot of Italian influence) where no cars are allowed. Of course we drove through the square in our rental car to the horror of the locals, but one kind man patiently helped us exit our vehicle and we unloaded and schlepped up cobblestone streets to our B &B. (Google maps doesn’t understand ‘no car zones’). Our plans to hire e-bikes and ride to the salt pans of Croatia where cancelled due to an impending storm — just gives us more time to sort through pictures and write the blog. Piran is home for the next three nights before flying to where?? . . . . for the final leg of our travels.

 

 

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Our Eighth Country!

Our Eighth Country!

Collaboration by:  Elizabeth & Michael

Well the pictures don’t lie— Slovenia is beautiful. We drove from Italy to Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, and did a foodie walking tour with history and highlights. Somehow I booked us a room at a more hostel-like accommodation— we knew right away something was up when we were clearly the oldest people in the lobby and there seemed to be a cool-edgy-grunge-like vibe going on. Plus, we weren’t carrying backpacks that towered a foot over our heads and hopefully we didn’t smell like we just finished hiking the John Muir trail. Oh well, it was for one night and we just mixed in with the grunge crowd and chalked it up to experience.

It’s a bit of an adjustment to arrive in Slovenia and be eating all of our meals out after all that delicious food in Italy. We were spoiled. But Slovenia is trying hard to win some of the tourist dollars that mostly go to the neighboring countries of Croatia and Italy. They are hard selling their wines, which are pretty darn good, their pumpkin seed oil, and their dairy products. But what they really have to offer are their people (who make a huge effort to speak good English and make you feel welcome) and the incredibly beautiful scenery of their country.

After a day in Ljubljana we drove to Bled (pronounced Blade). (Check out the beautiful like with an island church in the middle in the photos.) You can swim, SUP, row or take a boat to the island and visit the beautifully maintained Baroque church with functioning clock tower. We met up with two dear friends from Laguna Beach and shared the experience of taking a boat to the island, hiking to the Slap Savica waterfall and through the Vintgar Gorge.

Early this morning we said goodbye to our friends and continued our journey in Slovenia by driving through the Julian Alps. We stopped at the tourist information office in Kranjska Gora where we found an extraordinarily helpful woman who guided us to two delightful little lakes, Lago di Fusine, where we enjoyed a hike around both. As stated earlier, Slovenia is a spectacularly beautiful country, and we are having a wonderful time exploring the country by car and by foot. After a hearty lunch in Bovec we drove to our destination for the next two nights, a modern apartment in Kobarid. Tomorrow we plan a long hike through the Soca Valley exploring many historical sites from World War I and one of Slovenia’s most picturesque waterfalls, the Veliki Kozjak.

 

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Eating again?

Eating again?

By:  Elizabeth

On our second day in Bologna guess what we did? It’s pretty obvious if you read the prior blog post. We ate. One of my favorite things to do when arriving in a new city is to book a tour. It really gives us a chance to walk around the area and orient ourselves with an experienced guide. Often times the guide will share their secret haunts and stories about the history and architecture.

Our tour was a walking foodie tour to various shops and restaurants to learn more about the food of Bologna— aside from bologna! We saw how labor intensive it is to make tortellini stuffed with beef and sausage. We learned that the bigger tortelloni are traditionally stuffed with spinach and ricotta. We tried all the different ways Parma is cured along side of delicious Parmesan Reggiano and then tasted the traditional pasta bolognese. Our tastes were paired with the traditional wines of the Emilia Romagna region. Afterwards we did a progressive tasting of aged Balsamic Vinegars (oldest one we tasted had been aged 25 years) that was quite impressive in their dense fruit, herby complexity, woodsy notes and chocolate undertones (ha, ha, just wondering if you are paying attention). To end our tour we stopped and had two scoops of? You guessed it, gelato! I had a scoop of super dense chocolate and coconut while Michael had café chip. Yummy!

The following day took us on a short flight to Mallorca, Spain for our long-time friends’ son’s wedding. I noticed I needed to transition from my broken Italian to my broken Spanish, neither of which is pretty but we got by. I am so in awe of Europeans that speak several languages fluently! The wedding was absolutely beautiful, magical really! It was great to see friends and socialize and speak English in complete sentences. This is one incidence where the pictures really tell a better story than what I could possibly describe in words!

There we ate some more!

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The Fat One!

The Fat One!

By:  Elizabeth

We arrived in Bologna by train from Padua, it just took an hour. Bologna is our jumping off point for our next country tomorrow. That will bring us to seven! Not many tourist have the city of Bologna on their Italy bucket list, but we were familiar with it from watching Stanley Tucci’s Searching for Italy Series. If you’re into good food, have plans to visit Italy and looking are for inspiration, I’d recommend the series and Bologna.

Bologna is Italy’s ‘The Fat One’ (La Grassa) and is also known as the food capital of Italy. Who knew? We discovered this last night when we had one of the best food experiences we’ve had so far. Cheese gelato? Yummy! Prosciutto di Parma (we call it ham) is King here in Bologna. I know you thought it was bologna, right? I’ve never seen so many rear haunches of pig hanging in butcher’s windows in my life. And then there is the myriad number of ways it’s cured, cut and served. Michael had pig cheeks for dinner and I had the Osso Buco with bone marrow in a saffron sauce — we cooed the whole time.

Thankfully, prior to dinner we had taken the tourist train up to the Sanctuary of the Madonna di San Luca and walked down the infamous Portico, a 3.8 km monumental roofed arcade (Portico di San Luca) consisting of 666 arches. It is the longest continuous covered walkway in the world. Built from 1674–1793, it was meant to protect the icon (Madonna) as she was paraded up the hill. A yearly procession from the Cathedral of San Pietro in the center of Bologna to the Sanctuary travels along this path. Our Apple health tracking app let us know we walked seven miles and gave us license to stuff ourselves.

I’m stuffed . . . again!

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Vivaldi and Biennale

Vivaldi and Biennale

By:  Elizabeth

A huge benefit of having an extended stay in Italy is we don’t feel the need to ‘fit it all in’ in a condensed period of time. It’s been wonderful to take the train in and spend the night in Venice, take in some of the many and varied offerings and then come back to our cozy and quiet apartment to recharge and gear up for another hit of stimulation from the plethora of of sights, sounds and smells that fill the Italian Riviera.

Several nights ago took us to a beautiful gothic building in Venice to listen to I Musici Veneziani where a vibrant chamber orchestra performed Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. The musicians where dressed in early 1700-period costumes to add to the festivities of the evening, which was truly enchanting. The next day we started out early to visit the infamously famous Venetian Art Festival — Biennale.

In case you’re not familiar with it— the Venice Biennale (La Biennale di Venezia) is an international cultural exhibition hosted annually in Venice by the Biennale Foundation. It has been organized every year since 1895, and is the oldest of its kind. It was closed during World War I and II and also took a hiatus for covid. Biennale alternates every second year between art and architecture (hence the name Biennale). Besides art, there are many other events organized by the foundation during this time including theatre, music, and dance. The Venice Film Festival takes place at the Lido.

We started at the first venue with the biggest pavilion, the Giardini, set in a beautiful park and also where the international pavilions are located. Countries from all over the world feature their artists in these architecturally representative buildings. [The Russian Pavilion was dubiously closed this year] We then ventured to the second largest venue and the original site, Arsendale, had a delicious lunch, and viewed the show there. One of the most interesting things that stood out for me was how much of the art was audio visual with artists making and sharing stories, movies and photography. Many of the statements were about controversial social and political events. I guess there is nothing new here, just the art form artists are now using to get thoughts, ideas, expressions and opinions across. This year majority of the artists in this years exhibition are women and gender non-conforming. I highly recommend you reading the 2022 vision statement that I have photographed and included below to get a sense of the world view of artist and curators during these important times, and then enjoy the art!

In other news we’ve learned that it’s just not acceptable to live in Italy and have a last name that doesn’t have at least four vowels. Italians depend on vowels in all their words, so to make it easy on them we’ve changed our name to Gosselini. It makes it so much easier to make reservations!

Sidebar: Many of you have asked about the covid situation here in Italy. It’s difficult for us to judge as we aren’t really socializing with anyone. It is an enforced requirement for everyone to wear a mask while traveling on any type of public transportation. Because we have a car we minimize any bus travel. We’ve been eating outside whenever that’s available and it is available most of the time. Also, some establishments require you to wear a mask and we do see people wearing them in supermarkets, drug stores, hair and nail salons. We’ve tried to figure out what the Italian health department reports but . . . It’s all in Italian! So far, we’ve stayed healthy.

Ciao

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Bus or a Taxi?

Bus or a Taxi?

By: Elizabeth

We all know travel can be stressful. When we’re away from our comfortable place where we call home, the place where we know the roads, the signs are in our native tongue, we’re familiar with the grocery store layout, know our dry cleaner, where the nail salon is and its hours and have a standing appointment with our hairdresser every six weeks this is familiarity. Familiarity brings a lot of comfort and a definite level of ease.

None of this is true when traveling. And I feel the stresses of not knowing where the nail salon is. However, for me travel brings a sense of adventure, I like the newness of things and the unexplored. I like the puzzle of figuring things out. There are people out there who I haven’t met yet, new foods to enjoy and art and architecture I’ve never seen before that will bring wonder and delight. And the flip side of that is the unexpected and the unpredictable.

After visiting Padua (the town west of our apartment) I attempted to take the bus home. Little did I know there is a ‘special’ ticket office for local buses, so after two unsuccessful attempts to buy a ticket, I decided I’d just board the bus and get a ticket from the driver. No such luck. By the way, bus tickets are just €2.70. So, I walked myself down to the taxi stand to inquire about taking a taxi back to the apartment. €40. Ugh. Okay, I get myself into the cab and to my delight the taxi driver speaks perfect english (he speaks five languages). We chat the entire time. It was like having a private tour director.

Georgio gave me info on the ‘hills’ of Padua (Par o Regionale die Colli Euganei) a good hiking area, then told me about the unique hot springs at the base of the mountains (Abano Terme) where you can visit a hotel on a day pass and take in the natural springs and also get all kinds of spa treatments including mud bath exfoliations. Then he went on to tell me some of the best local restaurants, and then . . . where to get the best prices on Italian wine (his favorite grocery store) — who knew?

Promptly, the next day, Michael and I were out for hike in the Colli Euganei Regional Park and northern Italy’s wine country and the day after that we were at a beautiful Four Star Resort swimming in eight different bubbling pools, getting massages and a facial for me. Best €40 I spent on a 30 minute taxi ride. Thanks Georgio!

Arrivederci

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Reflections

Reflections

By: Michael

Yesterday marked the halfway point of our European travels. We have been gone for 39 days and we will be back in 39 days. We have been staying in the same apartment in Italy for three weeks and starting to get into the rhythm of life here. Except for a couple of cloudy and rainy days it’s been hot here, mostly in the 90’s. It has confirmed our mutual dislike of hot weather so we will not be considering any thoughts of retiring in the desert someday.

Small cars (we call them baby cars) are the norm in all of the places we have visited but particularly so in Italy. Yesterday we went hiking in Euganei Regional Park which is in a grape growing region of northern Italy. We were both reminded of Napa and Sonoma in Northern California, but visibly missing were all the big expensive cars and SUVs. Admittedly, “Panda Panda” is fun to drive but we both worry about the safety of it. Seems like virtually every car in the US is loaded with safety features we take for granted, like backup cameras, crash avoidance systems, automatic drive, GPS, air bags, etc. Not here, our Fiat Panda has seatbelts and mirrors, that’s about it.

We have written about the Italian concept of riposa, similar to the Spanish concept of siesta. Virtually all businesses close from around 12:30 until 3:30, the exceptions being grocery stores, and department stores. This causes streets to be strangely void of vehicle and pedestrian traffic. Another strange concept to us is how many businesses, including some of the nicest restaurants, we have encountered that are closed for “ferie” or vacation. It would be hard to imagine a business in the US shuttering the doors for two to four weeks in the busiest time of the year to go on vacation. Obviously, we as Americans have a very different perspective on making money, working with a minimum of vacation time, etc. Don’t know which system is best, but we gotta believe workers are a lot happier and less stressed here.

About the church bells. Virtually every town, city and even the smallest villages and have a large church, usually located in the center of town. And they love to ring their bells. We seem to have often booked accommodations close to these churches and are adapting to them, but it is a little disconcerting at 6:00am or 11:00pm.

With the exception of some of the meals we have eaten in our apartment, we eat in restaurants. In the US a tip of 15-20% or more is the norm, regardless of the level of service. Here, tipping is not expected even when the service is good. We have learned that wait-people are paid standard wages and that a tip is always appreciated but never expected. We oven tip 5-10% for great service but it takes some adjusting to the idea and not feeling guilty about leaving anything less than our standard 20%. In addition, tax is always included in the stated price of the meal. A $10 pizza is $10 tax and tip included. A $10 pizza in California (if you could find one!) would cost you closer to $10.80 and another $2.20 for the tip totaling $13.00…that is essentially 30% more. Crazy.

It’s been wonderful to learn about different cultures and customs and consider different ways we bring joy and happiness into our lives.

 

 

The Dolomites

The Dolomites

Collaboration by the two of us!

The Dolomites (also known as the Italian Alps) have been on our bucket list for a long time, in fact, one of the reasons we chose to stay in northern Italy for five weeks was to visit and hike in the Dolomites. Last weekend we escaped from the heat of our little apartment in Dolo and went on a road trip in ‘Panda Panda’ (our tiny Fiat rental car) and drove to Castlerotto, stopping in the impressive town of Verona on the way.

There seems to be two driving options between major cities in Italy, regular highways or the Autostrada. The Autostrada is similar to the German Autobahn which means fast and furious. Left lane is for passing and for the more powerful cars. Little Panda-Panda was no match for these cars but managed to hold her own in the ‘slow’ lane at 130kph which is about 70mph.

The Dolomites have a long history going back to a time when the Germans dominated the area. All the menus are in German and Italian. We’d really never thought of a German / Italian cuisine. It’s a very interesting mesh, taking the best of both with meat and potatoes and pasta and cheese!

Thanks to incredibly beautiful weather we were able to hike around the bottom of the ski lift for a while and then ride the ski lift up to about 4000 feet and hike around. When we got off the lift we were welcomed by large groups of Germans and Italians frolicking around the lake and enjoying a day in the mountains. We hiked around for a while and visited the friendly goats and then decided to descend the mountain and hike to where we would have a little bite to eat. As we hiked down we came across a restaurant that was a little odd because it was so noisy (Michael and I both agree that we love the European way of eating in relative quiet and hushed voices without load music pulsating through the sound system.) As we made our way onto the terrace we realized it was overlooking a tennis court and soccer fields and buzzing with families celebrating a summer camp win — coaches and parents drinking beer and wine at lunchtime!

After a 7+ mile hike we got back into town where we thought we’d walk around. However, once again, in the Italian tradition it was riposa (resting time) so we came back to a very beautifully appointed room (see pics of the bed and out our balcony) over looking the picturesque dolomites. We fell into the local tradition and reclined into our own riposa.

Then we geared up and went out to walk around the town and visit shops and have a lovely Italian /German dinner. After two days in Castelrotto we drove to the eastern side of the Dolomites to the Fanes-Senes-Braies Natural Park. Upon arrival at the gate to the park we were greeted by a park employee asking us if we had a ticket? “No, of course not.” We were turned around to the on-line lot to order one and buy a parking pass and get back in line. It was worth it as we were able to visit the beautiful Lago di Braies or ‘the emerald of the Dolomites’ where we did the 4 mile loop around the lake. We considered renting a boat, but so did everyone else so, we settled for taking pictures of other people that had rented boats.

We spent two nights in just south of Cortina (the bigger city on the east side of the Dolomites) in Vado di Cadore where we had a small apartment. This was the second time in our travels that our accommodations were right next to the piazza and the Church where the bell tower loomed over us. Now we understand why there are literally no clocks in hotels or B & B’s. Italians use the bell towers to tell time on the hour and half hour and sometimes even more when mass will begin in 10 minutes!

Arrivederci

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Ahhhh Venice!

Ahhhh Venice!

Can there be a more thrilling city than Venice? It’s a complete experience of the senses. You can smell, feel, taste, hear and see so much, it is a dazzling and intoxicating experience.

We took a 30 minute train from Dolo to Venice with just our backpacks for an overnight. In Venice we travelled by the ‘vaporetto’ which are basically canal water buses.

We ate incredible pizza just off Piazza San Marco, tried to get into St. Mark’s Basilica with the wrong ticket. We had tickets to the Doge’s Palace, duh. The Palace did not disappoint, we couldn’t believe the weaponry used in the 17th century. How did those soldiers wear all those coats of armor when it’s 95° outside? We commented that times have certainly changed with 21st century warfare now sending in a drone missile attack on the ‘bad guy.’

In the evening we did a Cicchetti (sounds like spaghetti) walking tour through little alleyways and even a gondola ride across the canal with a young Italian guidewoman. We munched on small snacks or side dishes, served in traditional “bàcari” (ancient Venetian tavern.) Neither Michael or I tried the black squid over white polenta — just couldn’t do it. I would classify cicchetti as the Italian equivalent of Spanish tapas. We also sampled Prosecco and other wines from the Venetian area.

The next day we took another vaporetto to Murano Island known for the beautiful blown glass factories and a glass museum. No, we didn’t buy anything! We came back and found a lunch spot on the canal and then visited the Peggy Guggenheim Museo. Afterwards we went on a search for a perfect chocolate cookie for Michael at one of the famous Italian patisseries. We collected our backpacks and headed back to the train station for a seamless ride back to Dolo.

It’s so hard to describe Venice because it is so much an experience of the senses. You really must go . . . bodies pressing together in the heat, chaos, mixed with efficiency, beauty and awe at the many palaces now abandoned because of flooding and strict laws about preserving the old structures and not enough money to do it. It was great to visit Venice for the weekend and we’re happy to be back at our apartment that is quiet and comfortable and once again cooking very simple Italian meals and sleeping with our pillows from Target knowing we will sleep well.

Real Life

Because we’re on an extended three month journey and we have an apartment we’re re-creating home life in the Italian village of Dolo. That means going shopping for food and planning meals and doing laundry, going to the dry cleaner and planning our calendar. So, it might seem like all our troubles and worries are left behind while away, however, we are still tasked with the daily necessities of eating, feeding, cleansing and personal grooming.

One of the highlights of our trip has been going to the Italian grocery store. While local outdoor traditional markets are intriguing and we’ve visited them — it’s so hot we really can’t buy anything and then transport it back to our apartment without a cooler. Locals just venture out on foot early in the morning, get what they need and head back home.

Today we ventured out and went to the Italian equivalent to REI, ‘Decathlon’ and I bought some hiking shoes and a much needed yoga mat. I’ve been doing yoga on to stretch out my body and strength extremities using a bath towel — but it’s just not the same as having a sticky mat. Since we’re here for five weeks we decided to splurge and spend $10 for a sticky mat.

Because I am gluten-free – – even though I’ve been fine eating pizza and pasta, I still seek out gluten free options to keep my gut happy and I’m amazed at the options in Italy. The Italians have happily embraced G/F cookies, crackers, desserts, pasta, pizza and more, and it’s delicious and superior to everything we have in the US! I’m sending samples home!!

To keep ourselves entertained in the evening (we haven’t watched TV for four weeks) we decided to buy a deck of cards — oops, the first deck that we bought was some foreign Italian game with no clubs, spades, hearts or diamonds. What the heck? I’m also reading a great Italian novel based in Venice — it’s a murder mystery about a great German maestro killed at the Teatro. I love learning about all the Venetian neighborhoods and historical buildings along with the number of espressos they drink in a day, delicious meals they eat, parties they attend and especially all the gossiping about one another that is said to be very prevalent among Venetians.

Ciao for now!

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