Home again, home again, riggity jig. Both cats and all the plants seem to be well, though the peppers have still not germinated … and the cat is downright clingy. She’s on the desk between me and the laptop, leaning on my chest as I type. Now is that cute, or what?
The trip back was long but uneventful. We hauled ass through Venice to get to the Doge’s palace in time to see them hoist the flags, blew through yet more stunning history and art, and halued ass back to pick up suitcases and make our way to the airport. Sitting about 100ft apart were two options for transport:
(1) Water taxi. 90E. Sexy, fast, and holy God that’s a lot of money for a cab ride
(2) Shuttle bus: 3E. It’s leaving now.
We took the bus.
My mind is mostly shot, and I had about 800 messages in the ole INBOX, so I’m about out for the evening. One last memory:
We’re in a pub (Irish style) that’s just next to the Duomo in Florence. We’re waiting to order from the Aussie bartender, when she looks over our heads at someone who’s just come in. In a perfect “crap american” accent she calls out “Bahn G’your No, Ah More-ahy! How’s the head love?” To which he replied “Just f-ing great. I’ll have a snakebite.”
This same bar had graffiti on the wall saying “You can’t be lost if you don’t care where you are.”
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