More from Genoa

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Ciao. We continue to have a great time. We had a great local dining experience last night. The waiter did not speak English and Jim wasn't sure what he was ordering, but all turned out well. Jim also picked out a wonderfully delicious dessert by sight which we both enjoyed. The irony to the dining experience was the owner's children bringing in McDonald's bags and eating the stuff their in the restaurant as we enjoyed our riggotoni with pesto and pasta and seafood. I came very close to going over there and saying "molto malde" which translates as very bad. We go to Cinque Terre tomorrow which should be very beautiful. Ciao.
Scoiattolo

Genoa is a bit seedy, as fitting for a port town. The old city, where we are staying, is a strange maze of narrow streets and alleys barely big enough for one person that wind down the hillside into the sea. At night, people huddle in the dark talking, hovering outside restaurants and around bars, as we wander the streets looking for a good place. Italians love to wear black. Some streets are lit, some dark, and the fetching smells of food mix with the unappealing stench of the streets. Along the waterfront, hoardes of immigrants hawk sunglasses and trinkets. It has rained most of the time we've been here, at times a downpour. But it has cleared a bit now and it supposed to be sunny for our trip down the coast. Again, we will be ready to leave the city for a less urban experience. It is a good mix. Take care.
Moose

And we were at a really cool cathedral this morning. San Lorenzo Cathedral. Reportedly, the Holy Grail is at this church. And I'm pretty sure I saw Harrison Ford giving Sean Connery a drink outside in the piazza. And we took a picture of a ship that was from a Roman Polanski movie (Pirates).
Ciao again.
Scoiattolo

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[vinsonio]

Tired in and (of) Tennessee
Okay, enough with the stupendous art, wonderful food, beautiful countryside. Seriously, sounds like a trip of a lifetime. Say hello to Michelangelo, Bernini, Da Vinci, and Titian for me. The girl child and I travel to the far country of Asheville, N.C. for the weekend with 10 (count them - 10) junior highers. Now don't tell me we don't know how to have fun. We do rejoice at the advent of spring break next week. Bring back some Genoa salami, a fav of the guys in the house. If I am not mistaken, there is a footprint of Christ set in stone in the cemetary at San Lorenzo?? Good to hear from ya, Vinsonio the tired