The bloody recital in the church last night went on for hours, and hours, and the bloody mosquitos that got in through the window above the tv that I can't reach to close also kept me awake as they were buzzing and bombing me half the freaking night! But it was nice to wake up to the sound of rain and a dark sky this morning, it made me feel like I could relax a little instead of feet hitting the floor and rushing out and about to see as much as I can see in the time I have.
I made myself some toast for breakfast - very different to an Italian breakfast. The have coffee and crossant, I had copious cups of green tea and toast.
Then the sun came out so that got me moving a bit. I thought last night that I am in Parma over the weekend, the train station there probably won't be manned so I went to the Lucca station where I asked for a ticket from Parma to Como. Mamma mia! After about half an hour of me yelling through the thick glass (talking just wouldn't cut it) and the woman trying to yell (speak) back to me, I ended up with tickets to everywhere except from Parma to Como. Eventually, she understood what I wanted and I have my tickets (I hope!!). I have a stop over at Milan station, that should be interesting, I haven't been to Milan station, wonder how long it will take me to get lost there.
After I had my ticket in my hot little hand, I came back to the apartment and waited for the church bells at midday so I could facebook them. They are so loud, when they went off yesterday I almost went through the roof, I didn't know it was going to happen and suddenly CLANG ... CLANG mamma mia!
Then I took myself off to go for the walk around the top of the wall. I absolutely and totally strolled and enjoyed every minute of it. I had a little chat with a jogger who was walking, through his greek, my italian and our english I worked out that it was his third lap. He would have been 60 at least. All I could do was pat him on the arm and say 'bravo' but I was thinking, dickhead, you are going to kill yourself! The views are quite spectacular and I took some photos but cant upload them to here until I get home on to my computer so will put some of facebook later.
There are plenty of joggers on the top of the wall, it's an ideal place for them, but I don't quite understand why the tourists (there's still plenty of them here) hire a bike and ride around the wall. They ride and miss so much! There is so much to see down the sides of the walls that the bike riders miss because they are riding on the track. Their dumb-arse loss I guess.
Then the peace was broken by two lots of german teenagers. There are bike things you can hire for four people, and they had hired two of them and were yelling and carrying on and shitting me so I sat and let them go past. I caught up with them a while later and felt a bit sorry for the four girls who had hired one of the bikes, because they were being harassed a little, but who cares, I just kept strolling.
I got off the wall then wandered and found a tiny courtyard with half a dozen tables so grabbed one and had a delicious pear and cheese salad for lunch - one glass of vino - I was going to go dry today but who does that for lunch in Lucca!
Now I'm back at the apartment thinking that I need to get my crap together for an early start in the morning. I was going to get a parcel and send some crap home today but will drag it around with me until I hit Como I think, then I will have to send some more home when I am in Venice I think.
I've had a chat with the artist in Firenze, but we both decided it would be best to email because we could hardly understand each other! What a conversation that was! Talking on the phone is sooooo different to talking face-to-face!
Meanwhile, I'm hoping the freaking recital isn't on again tonight ...
OK, I'm back again, have been for a passegetta - stroll around the town, Italians do it every day at this time in their best clothes and parade themselves around ... this afternoon I stopped and listened to a guy singing opera (facebook) and a guy that I saw last night and again today and again this evening playing the violin (more facebook)- all very nice and civilised as all get out. Then I went looking for wine. It's very hard at this time of the day to find a vacant table, but I managed. And after two seconds I knew why I managed to find a table The table next to me had a baby crying - urgh. But the table on the other side - a young family with two bastard kids. One about 4, one about 1. The four year old didnt want his pasta because he likes candy, the 1 year old running around freaking everywhere. It shitted me for about one minute, then I got pissed off. The young mother trying to feed the bastard who only wanted candy, while the 1 year old was running through the market being set up for tomorrow's religious festivities (some parade through the town, there are lights up everywhere, they will see this place lit up from the moon) and the poor mother trying to get up and stop him from running around. What was the father doing. Texting (probably his girlfriend). At one stage the mother lost sight of the 1 year old and was frantic til I pointed out where it was, she went running and I couldn't help myself. I said to the shithead sitting there, 'why don't you help her?" and he said, 'I didn't see him'. I downed my wine then said to her as she walked back dragging two kids behind her "get out while you can love" and she burst into tears and he just stared. Idiot. Sometimes I think I should mind my own business but this was one of those times I didn't.
About to start packing for tomorrow, but first, I am going to see if I can find "Advanti un altra"!!
(The fucking recital is on again tonight)
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