Padua, Padova, Tomato, Tomahto.
Jun. 16th, 2006 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brinshannaraGreetings to all from Padova, Italia.
I am sitting in the lobby of my hotel, using their computer and their setup for the outrageous (to me) price of 2 euros per HALF HOUR. Eesh.
Why?
Because I have no access in my room.
But at least it's my own room. Much love to my daddy for getting me my own room.
Highlights of the last couple days, briefly, because the guy at the front desk turned off a light a couple minutes ago in what is probably a not-remotely-subtle-hint for me to GET OFFLINE already...:
- walked around Brera with my mom
- saw the REAL top of the Duomo with my dad
- wrote postcards from just outside the Duomo to five of you
- shlepped BACK to Brera with my parents and then actually left before we were served at the restaurant because my mother was going to reduce me to tears for no specific reason
- navigated my way BACK to the hotel ALL BY MYSELF OMG GO ME. I even transferred metro lines. My pride at having done so is only reduced by the fact that I actually left my parents in Brera, because we were on the verge of a fight.
- I explained to the doorman at the hotel that we had to be at the airport for 10 (it was 9:30 at the time) and that the first kind of taxi would be fine. IN ITALIAN. GO ME.
We walked around Padova tonight, and I saw the most gorgeous frescoes ever in this little chapel. No pictures allowed, alas.
Still, I have photos for you guys and I'll upload them in Florence, since that hotel has Internet in the rooms. (I just checked after checking out AOL and Earthlink which have SURCHARGES on top of the monthly fees.)
Tomorrow, VENICE, at ass o'clock in the morning. But I'll have my iPod and my little book of Sudoku puzzles (at which I'm becoming fairly adept!) and maybe my mother and I won't kill each other after all.
My time is about up, and I'm tired anyways. Lots of walking in Italy and I actually have the start of a tan or a burn. I can't tell which -- I'm too pale to start with. ;)
Ciao, amici, ti parlerò a presto! (Sundayish)
I am sitting in the lobby of my hotel, using their computer and their setup for the outrageous (to me) price of 2 euros per HALF HOUR. Eesh.
Why?
Because I have no access in my room.
But at least it's my own room. Much love to my daddy for getting me my own room.
Highlights of the last couple days, briefly, because the guy at the front desk turned off a light a couple minutes ago in what is probably a not-remotely-subtle-hint for me to GET OFFLINE already...:
- walked around Brera with my mom
- saw the REAL top of the Duomo with my dad
- wrote postcards from just outside the Duomo to five of you
- shlepped BACK to Brera with my parents and then actually left before we were served at the restaurant because my mother was going to reduce me to tears for no specific reason
- navigated my way BACK to the hotel ALL BY MYSELF OMG GO ME. I even transferred metro lines. My pride at having done so is only reduced by the fact that I actually left my parents in Brera, because we were on the verge of a fight.
- I explained to the doorman at the hotel that we had to be at the airport for 10 (it was 9:30 at the time) and that the first kind of taxi would be fine. IN ITALIAN. GO ME.
We walked around Padova tonight, and I saw the most gorgeous frescoes ever in this little chapel. No pictures allowed, alas.
Still, I have photos for you guys and I'll upload them in Florence, since that hotel has Internet in the rooms. (I just checked after checking out AOL and Earthlink which have SURCHARGES on top of the monthly fees.)
Tomorrow, VENICE, at ass o'clock in the morning. But I'll have my iPod and my little book of Sudoku puzzles (at which I'm becoming fairly adept!) and maybe my mother and I won't kill each other after all.
My time is about up, and I'm tired anyways. Lots of walking in Italy and I actually have the start of a tan or a burn. I can't tell which -- I'm too pale to start with. ;)
Ciao, amici, ti parlerò a presto! (Sundayish)
