Italy 2

As we watched the glass-blower create intricate patterns, we wondered, where in the world is Yvette?  After all, it was Yvette’s idea to come to the Island of Morano.  Sure enough, after visiting every shop on the island in search of the glass jewelry Yvette so desperately wanted, she was the only one who did not buy anything (other than gelato, of course.)

And now, having missed our boat back to Venice, we boarded the “local”, which got us back just in time for the darkened skies to unleash a torrent of cold rain.  Dressed for a hot, sunny day, the three of us crowded under one umbrella, and made yet another error in judgment.  We allowed Yvette to guide us through the maze that was Venice.

We should have known right from the beginning of the trip, when we discovered a TV remote tucked safely away in Yvette’s handbag.

On the other hand, we did do a lot of things right.  We visited the Ufizzi Gallery and the Academia in Florence, half hour before closing times.  This way we did not have to spend hours in line to see Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, and Michelangelo’s David.  Also, at the Vatican, first visiting the tomb of  Pope St. John Paul the Great, got us into St. Peter’s Basilica quicker.

The smartest thing, however, riding trains between cities.  Much more civilized than air travel.  If I lived in Europe, I would never fly.  Too bad the railway system in the U.S.A. is not very efficient.

See also: Italy 1