Jul 12, 2005
Jul 28, 2005
. The stores hours here are very odd - open in the morning - closed for siest - open again. But on Sunday or any other day they choose to "strike", it may be closed. Well Karen tried to communicate with her and gave her our bread and showed her where Carlo lived. (this was no great sacrifice as we didn't find bread in Italy to be too tasty. We were able to find a regular loaf at the supermarket and some nice rolls at Ikea. Dale noted that everyone in front of him in line took at least 3 rolls which he thought was excessive until he tasted them!). The next morning, we saw this same lady walking her dog. It ended up she spoke English. She was speaking to us in French and we were speaking back to her in Italian the night before nobody understanding either. It was funny that we could have just used English.
On Sunday, we got up, ate breakfast and packed lunches to catch the 9:49 train to Lucca. We arrived by 11 and walked the wall there until we found a nice place for lunch. We had a delightful picnic in the shade of the many trees planted by Marie Bonaparte many centuries ago. We then walked a littel further and rented bicycles for a ride around the city. We each got one and Dale and I got a tandem. When done, we got a gelato and noted the time at 1:40. We hustled and were able to catch the 2 train back to Firenze. We were able to get our ticket to ROme for Wed at the station. It was posted that there was to be a train strike but it was supposed to be over by the time we need to go to ROme. The rest of the day, we spent at the pool. IN the evening after a dinner of pancakes and sausage, we watched a movie - Seabiscuit. Rigth at a dramatic moment there was a knock on teh door and it was a woman speaking what we though was Italian. I called Karen down and it ended up she needed some bread because she couldn't find any stores open on Sunday night