In Italy they take their dogs to the small parks around the city and let them loose. I learned early on to look carefully where you trod when walking on the grass in an italian park. As I was walking in NYC I tried to note the differences. NYC is certainly bigger than Florence, and it was nice to have wide sidewalks and hear English spoken again. It also made me hesitate to see a door with ‘Push’ written on it. I have been seeing ‘Spingere’ or ‘Tirare’ for a long time now. Overall I am glad to be back home.
No problems getting the train at Penn Station, but I like the assigned seating of Italy better then the long lines waiting to get on the train from Penn. Also, the Amtrac trains are noticeably slower than the trains in Italy. We had a little entertainment on the train from a drunk passenger. Why is it that drunks feel they must talk so loud?
Joe and Kara picked us up at the train station in Rensellaer and got us back home. I greeted George (our cat) who seemed to be a little upset at us for being gone so long. I am feeding him his favorite cat food and he seems to be starting to like me more. The gauge I use is the more cat hairs I have on my cloths the more affectionate George is.
Joe had cleaned out all the food in our refrigerator so I took the opportunity to take out all the shelves and clean them. I did a good job, but I was too tired to do the blog last night so I am doing it Sunday morning. Anne went to bed early, but I stayed up to watch the Syracuse basketball game. Why can’t Syracuse play that tough hustling defense every game? Good defense can almost always defeat poor free throw shooting.
I don’t know whether I will be continuing this blog or not, but probably not. So to summarize, I loved my time in Italy but it is nice to be home now. We may go back to do the southern part of Italy some day, but I can’t see myself living there. I was able to speak enough italian so that I could be understood, but I would really have to work hard to understand someone else speaking italian to me.
Let me end with the fact that I lost 5 pounds in Italy! That is correct, I LOST weight! We ate at least 3 meals a day and we ate quite a bit of delicious food, but we ate healthier and we did a lot of walking. That is the only explanation I can come up with for now. I guess the next time I need to lose weight I will just have to schedule another long trip. It certainly beats counting calories.
Bye folks. Thanks for following the blog.