I've found that my horrific childhood shyness has returned since I can no longer rely on the language skills of my friend, Dee. I've lost most of my self-confidence and yet I plunder onward with the stubbornness of a Deutschlander's Daughter.
Yesterday, while out walking I decided to stop in the Santa Maria Novella train station to check out how to buy train tickets. Of course, you can stand in line and hope you get a ticket agent who speaks English or understands your very poor Italian. The Florentines have been so offputting about language that I decided I would purchase my tickets from the machine. There was an icon with the British flag so it seemed hopeful. The machine asked for the date I wanted to travel. "Today, Tomorrow, or Another Date" I decided to purchase a ticket to Assisi for Tuesday next week. Everything went well. I pressed the button to "Buy" and then the machine told me all the reasons I couldn't buy.... in Italian.
I was too embarrassed to try again because there was a long line panting behind me. This is the "fast ticket service." So I walk to another area of the train station and try again. Same thing. I walk to a third machine and this time I say I want to travel "today" and I choose the first name on the list of choices... Arezzo.
Success! I figure why not go to Arezzo today. I have nothing better to do. Mind you I have no idea what's in Arezzo, but it's a Tuscan hilltown... and the cost round-trip is 11 euro. Why not?
Was I happy with my decision?
I'll let you be the judge of that!
|Dining at the Grand Piazza|
|View from the wall around the city|
|What do you think this angel is thinking?|
|Pane, Panini, Pecorino. Aaahh! Italia!|