No Pictures at the moment. I have a problem with the images, and they appear in microscopic form other than full size. I think I know what the problem is – it’s a small java (a special web program) matter, but the language barrier is too great in the internet café type places. I cannot fix it myself because everything is in Italian. This is an enigma to me: here we are in the middle of tourist heaven, it is a few clicks to change the language yet no-one provides this option, and the service is poor – and I’ve been in lots of places, some I don’t even get past the first sentence and decide they are too slack. And I sometimes think they don’t care.
We tried to buy water off a street seller last week. There was no other buyers around, and he literally ignored Phillipa and I. We went to the next seller who obliged us.
Lost my cell phone yesterday on the bus. Boy, do I feel naked. Especially since I head off by myself into Florence today for 36 hours to spend some time with some of my online buddies. 11 of us, in a small villa claiming 360 degree views. This place is 4 blocks from this evenings’ concert, and about 15 blocks from our bus drop off point. Which is quite amazing really considering the two itineraries had nothing to do with each other.
And speaking of buses, we pay €260 $NZ520 a day per bus tax to have us dropped off in Florence, and the buses cannot even stay there. They keep saying this is the off season. Scores of hotels at Jesolo were shut for the winter on 1 October.
Motecatini Terne (51 km outside Florence) is amazing, like a quiet fairy town. 220 hotels and 14,000 beds, so the brochures say. Huge health spa, Pinocchio’s birthplace, gondola up to a hill top ancient village, lovely markets, little traffic. We got here early enough so as to rest up and chill before two busy days in Florence. The place rang with music for a while yesterday as sectional practices took place with the choir. I continue to be amazed at the professionalism of the choir members in tacking the tricky bits on their own, and keeping up.
I spent a very enjoyable 2 hours wandering around. Saw some nice modern art for sale if I had had a spare €860
The water is a bit murky here, the first place like this.
The food was great last night – 4 courses. We still are struggling with the sweet breakfasts. Oh for some Molenburg and Vegemite. I was surprised to see people stop off and buy the same sweet croissants that almost none of us will bother with eating at breakfast.
Seen my first English TV yesterday. CNN. The Italian soaps here are the same as everywhere else in the world, but Homer Simpson in Italian doesn’t quite cut it. Dragon Ball Z is still much the same. Some great ads. There is an Italian Infomercial Phrase which I think means “But wait, there’s more”.
Everyone is sort of well, some bad insect bites, and stuff but we are OK. I’m on Codral Cold, Tony is on Berocca, Yvonne is on juice. Some home sickness. Pilgimages are a mixed blessing in that respect.
Phillipa, Marie and Rosemary make a good team, and we are generally pretty organized. We could not have survived without Tony.
Added bit: FRIDAY
PICTURES WORKING. Leaving Jesolo . . .
Our irrepressible receptionist . . .
A last coffee . . .
Purchase . . see the shoes.
Bus provided two kinds of drinks . . .
Bus conversations . . .
he beach . . . desserted.
Arrival at Motecaterni. Organised chaos.