Blogs from Sanremo, Liguria, Italy, Europe - page 3

Flew into Nice. It was lovely. Got my anual beggining of summer sunburn. Took the train to San Remo. Most of the people here (all 140 of us) are really lovely. There are SO many diffrent accents! Don't really have the proper time to describe everything that I've done, all the people I've met. Completed the "teacher training" today and found out I'm off to Milan. I'll be there for two weeks and then I'll be in Verchencia (parden my spelling- it's near Verona). I have a mobile with an Italian number. More late. and pictures ;)... read more

After several more hours on the expensive toll roads we start to climb up into the hills behind San Remo on the Italian side of the French boarder along a very narrow, very windy road…scary. Our little apartment is typical of the others, a little maze of rooms with rounded ceilings and white washed walls. I had to do a little housekeeping at first. I think when Nonna fell off the perch the relatives just decided to rent it ou; the drawers are full of Nonna’s best linen and some old clothes as well. The plastic Madonna’s are safely packed away, off came the plastic tablecloth, out went bags of plastic bags and old cardboard and the place is now nice and cozy. ... read more

I awoke to the high pitched hum of Vespas buzzing under our hotel window. Africa had the hippo honk as its lullaby, Italy, the Vespa. Frankie and I slept in, both of us exhausted from the travel of the previous days. We were greeted by an overcast day. After a continental breakfast in our hotel morning room overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, we drove up the coast towards France, then inland, to a small hillside village Frankie’s friend had recommended. The drive to Apricale was nice. It followed the left bank of a river through a gorge. On the right bank of the river I could see the ruins of what looked to be a wall. Were they the ruins of some Roman aqueducts or just some old bridge circa 1958? I decided they looked like ... read more