War ich Italianer
It’s been a while since my last post. I guess I’ve been uninspired to write, but that doesn’t mean my thoughts haven’t been turned toward home as of late, because, well, they have. As I contemplated these very words, I decided to take a look at my previous posts, and reflect on what has been close to one year in Munich. I can’t believe it’s been this long.
Anyway, as I was perusing the old posts, I noticed a theme. That theme is Italy. I wondered to myself, and now to you, how would my life be different if we moved to Italy instead of Germany….
• I’d have purple teeth instead of a beer belly.
• I’d be complaining about the lack of fashionable “big girl” Italian clothing instead of complaining about German food.
• I’d say Merda instead of Sheisse
• I’d be chasing cats down sidewalks instead of dodging dog Sheisse.
• I’d be thanking god every time I made it across the street alive, instead of laughing at the locals who refuse to cross at a red light, even when there are no cars to be seen.
• My cat would wear Versace instead of Lederhosen.
I could go on. Instead, as you may have guessed, I have some photos to share. Cinque Terre means “5 lands” in Italian, and this is where we found ourselves the weekend before last. These lands hang off cliffs into the sea, and are connected by hiking trails making it possible to walk from town to town. When we had enough walking, another fun thing to do in this region of Italy is eating. Liguria is the home of pesto and focaccia. Todd enjoyed the fresh fish. I enjoyed that the food wasn’t German. We had a real nice time.
The little town we stayed in was Manarola. Here’s how it looks from above.
And here’s our train station.
And here we are on trail. Notice how cool Todd is.
And another shot of the scenery....
We met many cats during our trip, but only this one made the cut, because he was our favorite. I call him Leonardo.
On Sunday night, we took the wrong train, and ended up far away from where we needed to be. It was about an hour till the next train, so we sat outside and had a glass of wine. Lucky us, because we got to see the moon rise—and it was doing some crazy stuff. It really was this orange. And it was HUGE.
We took a boat out to the town of Portovenere. There was this cool castle/fortress thing built on the rocks. We wandered around it a bit, but we don’t know a thing about it…and we don’t care.
As if all this talk of Italy isn’t enough, tomorrow morning I am leaving to go to Scotland! Monika and I will arrive in Fort William on Friday, and begin hiking the 73-mile Great Glen Way to Inverness. We figure it will take us 4.5 days, with our longest hike culminating at 18 miles. Monika is worried about blisters. I am worried about getting my old and tired ass out of bed every day. The lovely hostess at the guesthouse in the town of Drumnadrochit, where we will have one overnight on the trail, informed me that there was hail and rain today. I have a feeling that this is going to be a lot of fun.
I hope to be in touch soon, with pictures of Nessie, or maybe even her head (I’m bringing my Swiss Army knife, just in case).
Später Leute...
Anyway, as I was perusing the old posts, I noticed a theme. That theme is Italy. I wondered to myself, and now to you, how would my life be different if we moved to Italy instead of Germany….
• I’d have purple teeth instead of a beer belly.
• I’d be complaining about the lack of fashionable “big girl” Italian clothing instead of complaining about German food.
• I’d say Merda instead of Sheisse
• I’d be chasing cats down sidewalks instead of dodging dog Sheisse.
• I’d be thanking god every time I made it across the street alive, instead of laughing at the locals who refuse to cross at a red light, even when there are no cars to be seen.
• My cat would wear Versace instead of Lederhosen.
I could go on. Instead, as you may have guessed, I have some photos to share. Cinque Terre means “5 lands” in Italian, and this is where we found ourselves the weekend before last. These lands hang off cliffs into the sea, and are connected by hiking trails making it possible to walk from town to town. When we had enough walking, another fun thing to do in this region of Italy is eating. Liguria is the home of pesto and focaccia. Todd enjoyed the fresh fish. I enjoyed that the food wasn’t German. We had a real nice time.
The little town we stayed in was Manarola. Here’s how it looks from above.
And here’s our train station.
And here we are on trail. Notice how cool Todd is.
And another shot of the scenery....
We met many cats during our trip, but only this one made the cut, because he was our favorite. I call him Leonardo.
On Sunday night, we took the wrong train, and ended up far away from where we needed to be. It was about an hour till the next train, so we sat outside and had a glass of wine. Lucky us, because we got to see the moon rise—and it was doing some crazy stuff. It really was this orange. And it was HUGE.
We took a boat out to the town of Portovenere. There was this cool castle/fortress thing built on the rocks. We wandered around it a bit, but we don’t know a thing about it…and we don’t care.
As if all this talk of Italy isn’t enough, tomorrow morning I am leaving to go to Scotland! Monika and I will arrive in Fort William on Friday, and begin hiking the 73-mile Great Glen Way to Inverness. We figure it will take us 4.5 days, with our longest hike culminating at 18 miles. Monika is worried about blisters. I am worried about getting my old and tired ass out of bed every day. The lovely hostess at the guesthouse in the town of Drumnadrochit, where we will have one overnight on the trail, informed me that there was hail and rain today. I have a feeling that this is going to be a lot of fun.
I hope to be in touch soon, with pictures of Nessie, or maybe even her head (I’m bringing my Swiss Army knife, just in case).
Später Leute...
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