Business First: To reach me via phone you can call 393473847803, just add a 011 from the states in front of that.
Ok, quick statisticsò:
1. Number of gelato consumed today: 2
2. Number of gelato expected to consume today: 4
3. Number of Frescos on our ceiling: 1
4. Number of people I have accidentally run into or hit with an expansive gesture: 3
5. Level of awesomeness of Florence on a 1-10 scale: 11
After an amazing first class trip over for both myself and Dr. Irwin Fengelder (The name the flight attendant asked Martin to call himself when he was upgraded to 1st class after Irwin turned it down to stay in coach with his wife-thank you Delta!) we landed in Milan and ran for the train to Florence. We ended up paying for a eurostar train to Florence but got tickets for another train? Leaving at a different time? and were highly confused. Cue Martin leaving me with the bags (I could not actually lift my luggage and Martin had to strap me into everything and then prop me upright, I almost took out a few people while stumbling around) and racing back to the office 7 minutes before the eurostar left. Except there were two eurostar leaving at the same time to cities that were also not florence, but we asssumed florence was on the way. Long story short, we ended up running for the train, with both the conductor AND martin leveraging myself and my luggage up the stairs. After all of that, we took the first seats we saw and fell asleep...in first class. Which was great, except our tickets were for coach, as the conductor enlightened us later. We decided to pay for the upgrade, but did not have cash so....the conductor wandered off and forgot about us while searching for a credit card machine and we got to stay in first! yay!
Now we are here, and settling in. And Italy is amazing! And also, full of Americans. So far, Martin has discovered that I am not so talented at navigating or understanding the obvious. He has also discovered that at times he must act as translator, even when the original language he is translating is English. I have discovered that Martin is awesome, organized, and prepared. So far, a match made in heaven!
Best quotes so far:
"I am going to just sit back and fade into the pleather" -- Martin, as Dr. Irwin, trying to keep a low profile
"Speaking Italian is like doing an interpretive dance with your tongue!" -- Martin, after watching me try and speak Italian but coming out with a new language composed of bad french and even worse english.
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3 comments:
Very exciting, Christie!
By the way, I'm going to be visiting you during the last two weeks of the month, I'll touch base with you via e-mail as things become clearer. :)
Christie--
Wow!
Keep posting. Mom and I love it!
Who is this Martin anyway? Seems tall, but really, should I know who he is? Tell him that if the flight to Europe was just a little bit longer he would have no reason not to go to med school and become a legit Felderger or what have you.
Have you been to Florence before? We got utterly confused and accidentally went to the wrong David (should have spent at least a day at the Ufizi-- some spelling optional) instead of Michaelangelo's we saw Donatellos or some such. Don't let them confuse you like that. Also, do not let them give you one gelato with 3 scoops when you really order three separate gelato-- then they are just messing with you. And definitely climb to the top of the Duomo-- do it soon and do not moan about the number of stairs-- they are many, wear comfy shoes. Miss you! L
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