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Published: September 6th 2012
We woke up; well Kirsten woke up and then woke me up. Let’s go the day is wasting, yea, yea I know you have the GO GO. I’ll see you at breakfast; Bea is already down there.
I got up and did a 1-minute shower, in a shower that is 18 inches by 18 inches. I’m not kidding. I then joined Kirsten and Bea down stairs for breakfast. Ok, they watched me eat my breakfast as they planned their day. We loaded up the car and started going toward Verona
As we were going south Kirsten saw the winery were we stayed 3 years earlier. She pulls in and says let’s see if their open. They were and we tasted some of their grappa, it was very good so we purchased a couple bottles for Kirsten & Bea’s cousins husband Eberhard.
After getting back on the road and heading south, we found castle. It was one that I marked on my map so we took the very windy road up to the castle. Once we arrived we decided to stay and have lunch. It was great.
After lunch we were back on the road and
before we could even burp, Kirsten whips off the road and say “Hey their picking grapes”. Ok, do you want to help? In her pouty look says YEA. So Bea and I roll out of the car and check out the family picking grapes. They handed us some and they were good.
Ok, were back in the car and finally heading toward Verona, we have to find a room and attend the Opera in Verona’s coliseum. I bought tickets.
We weren’t 15 KM down the road and Kirsten see’s another FEST. The car skids to a stop just in front of the Polizi. Kirsten’s face is out the window asking for directions. I have my face planted in the map and Bea is looking out the back window.
The fest was around the corner and I admit it was fun. It was a fest for the grape harvest. Go figure, were in the middle of Italy. We stayed 2-3 hours had of the wine, ate some cheese and watched a wine barrel race. About this time Kirsten says, you know we need to get to Verona and find a room. No DA!
to Verona, like a bat out of hell. We arrived and parked right down in the middle of town. We piled out and walked toward the coliseum. Bea checked on our reservations, everything was good; it wasn’t raining and was looking pretty good. We then start looking for a room. Kirsten says, I found a nice place close to the river. We follow her and we’re not finding anything. Kirsten pulls out her map and realizes Verona has a small open theater on the other side of town. Woops!
Ok, no problem, 5000 plus people here to see the last night of the opera I’m sure there’s a room some where within a 50 mile radius. We and walked around and after seeing 2-3 different hotels found a room very close to the correct coliseum.
We attended Aida pronounced “I-E-Da”, it’s a tragic love story. Look it up in the Internet, for all of us folks that have no idea of what a tragic love story is, it’s like Romeo and Juliet. You get it.
I have to say it was very enlightening, my one and only cretic is the orchestra at one point over shadowed the
opera singer. Bea rolls her eyes at me.
The opera ended around 1 AM yes, AM. We got back to our room after having ice cream and passed out again.
Did I mention it’s NOT raining in Italy.
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