Later that same day...
We went out for a bit of a walk around town, not the whole town, mind you, but just some of the central portion, some of the older part, that we could get to on foot without too much effort. We were searching for some personal items, shampoo, toothbrushes, etc, to get us over the hump until, and if, our luggage arrived from whatever far-flung clime it was taking its own holiday.
After we got our personal items taken care of, we wanted some soda (for the aforementioned "Duty Free" liquid libation...hey, we'd earned it!) and some snacks. We encountered a lovely young woman who gave us her personal recommendation on some local potato chips. Erin, the lovely young woman, turned out to be from Spokane, WA, just 300 miles or so from our home, and she is in Florence studying "Art Conservation", "Art Restoration" or something along those lines. And, it turned out she is about 10 years older than the early twenties we pegged her at. Huh!
We returned to our room to cache our newly acquired booty, and went in search of something to eat. We ended up at an out of the way trattoria where we encountered a good bottle of wine, an OK bistecca and an interesting Englishman, "Mike", who regaled us with stories of his travels and experiences. It seems his favorite place to holiday is Gabon (Or was it Gambia? Now I've got myself questioning myself.) where he likes to go fishing. Interesting fellow.
More to follow...
We went out for a bit of a walk around town, not the whole town, mind you, but just some of the central portion, some of the older part, that we could get to on foot without too much effort. We were searching for some personal items, shampoo, toothbrushes, etc, to get us over the hump until, and if, our luggage arrived from whatever far-flung clime it was taking its own holiday.
After we got our personal items taken care of, we wanted some soda (for the aforementioned "Duty Free" liquid libation...hey, we'd earned it!) and some snacks. We encountered a lovely young woman who gave us her personal recommendation on some local potato chips. Erin, the lovely young woman, turned out to be from Spokane, WA, just 300 miles or so from our home, and she is in Florence studying "Art Conservation", "Art Restoration" or something along those lines. And, it turned out she is about 10 years older than the early twenties we pegged her at. Huh!
We returned to our room to cache our newly acquired booty, and went in search of something to eat. We ended up at an out of the way trattoria where we encountered a good bottle of wine, an OK bistecca and an interesting Englishman, "Mike", who regaled us with stories of his travels and experiences. It seems his favorite place to holiday is Gabon (Or was it Gambia? Now I've got myself questioning myself.) where he likes to go fishing. Interesting fellow.
More to follow...
I do hope your luggage catches up with you but it sounds as though you are making the best of it. Can't wait to see some pics.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Julie
Julie Magers Soulen Photography