Thursday, August 30, 2007

Chuga Chuga

On the train to Florence there is grafitti everywhere and it is hot. I met a nice Italian buisnessman on the plane from Norway. He said He would consider moving to California, except for the earthquakes. He plans to take his kids to drive across the states once they are old enough. Isn't life ironic? Here I am in Italy and here he is wishing He was in California.

The hand of providence must have been at work when I arrived at the airport, because I found the train 3 minutes before it left for Florence from Pisa, and the next was scheduled to arrive in 3-4 hours! I had planned to meet Alexa at 5 pm and wouldn't have made it.

I can understand now why someone once said Italy was the Mexico of Europe. It is hot, dirty and crowded. But, Italian villas are passing through my window and I do not mind the view.

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