|One entry portal intoLucca|
Tomorrow we take the train to Rome and catch the midnight flight to Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania where hopefully someone from Cross Cultural Solutions will pick us up and take us to Bagamoyo. We're a little nervous but I guess it's too late for that.
|From the wall.|
So much for Rosetta Stone. I am no good at all with the language here. Panic sets in every time I try to say something in Italian. Or if I do manage to say something in Italian, I don't understand the reply. It took me three days to stop saying 'bon jour' and start saying 'buongiorno'. Mostly I say 'mi scusi' as I stare down a bicyclist coming at me. Six weeks in Florence by myself may prove interesting.
|Cafes and bicycles|
|Parks and walking path on top of the wall|