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Granola to Go

Friday, July 28, 2006

Um, we are experiencing some technical difficulties

Okay, so when you are on a flight, if you have flown, do those words make you just a little nervous? All I could think was good thing I am an experienced traveller or my head probably would have exploded. First of all, my flight out of Saskatoon left 2 hours late and it was such a waste of time, I could have got a haircut, gone for a last walk by the river, whatever.

Then when I went to check in at the counter in Toronto, they had no record of me so finally they figured out I had missed my connecting flight and had not been rebooked. So I was rebooked and ran through the airport with two women in a similar predicatment only to get to the bus to transfer terminals to discover the flight was DELAYED! by over an hour. Ha! Technical difficulties.

Then I rushed at the Frankfurt airport to get my flight to Milan which was also delayed for an hour, then we lost our spot in the line up to land and had to wait and extra 30 minutes. Technical difficulties.

Somehow I knew all this would happen as I have been telling people how little it matters to me if my flights are delayed or whatever. Then in Milan, I took the bus from the airport to the Central Station and took a train to Levanto. Part way through the ride, we stopped for about an hour. Technical difficulties.

Well, I am in Levanto now and found the last bed at the hostel (I am all for budget accommodations). Had pizza and gelato for supper and now plan to go to bed though I slept most of the way from Frankfurt here on the plane and train, and a few solid hours on the Frankfurt flight.

Tomorrow is my hiking day then I will head to the yoga retreat the next day. Hurray.
I love Italy for the lovely apartments and houses, the painted shutters and the hidden side streets. I love the flowers and where I am, listening to the waves crash in to the shore. The coastal mountains are beautiful. I love how there are old bikes everywhere by doors, by fences, by flower gardens as if posing for pictures. Bikes with baskets full of bread returning from the market, ah, la doce vita. I think the Italians really do know how to live.

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buono nocce,
R