We Are Off
Getting Set
We pack using experience and gear we have. We hit the thrift
store for some clothes. In a direct violation of Thoreau’s advice. It almost
seems too easy. That internet and ATMs have made planning a simple affair.
The hard part is getting the farm ready. We must set all the
animals up. We put everything away and close up the house. The last thing is to
take the dogs to Jenny’s (Our Awesome Vet).
We spend the last night at home in restless sleep. The alarm
goes off at 6:00. We shower grab a cup and hit the road. It is a bit of a drive
to the KC airport so we want to leave by 7:00.
We are held up by our great friend Merlin. He stops by to
send us off. Merlin is a very welcome delay and a good omen for our journey.
Merlin O’Dell Stops by to Say Good Bye
Check in goes smooth and now we wait in the worst airport in
the world. A place with nothing to see and nothing to eat. Our flight to Newark goes off without a
hitch and we meet up with Bob. We are all high and excited. We get a light
linner.
I notice right away that things with Bob just click. He is
relaxed, funny and overly generous. He proves to be very easy going and a great
partner. In retrospect he is one of the best traveling partners I have ever
had.
Bye, Bye America
We are flying on Thanksgiving Day. We step onto an almost
empty plane for our flight to Milan.
The flight attendants are Italian, friendly and gorgeous. The male attendant is
so handsome Barbara cannot even look at him. Like kings we take a whole row of empty seats
for each of us.
My friends sleep but I am too excited. I go over the
information I have on Milan and the map to the
hotel in Venice.
I watch the monitor and marvel at the ease of travel by
plane. Just a few decades ago this would have taken more courage and time. I
turn on a movie and then finally drift off.
A few hours later the lights blink back to life and we get
set to land. I reset my watch in Kansas
City so it kind of all seems normal. The sky is cloud
covered so we cannot see much till we break through just a few hundred meters
from the ground.
We Are Here
A Missing Bag
The airport is mid 70’s clean but a little dated. Customs is
a breeze not even a line. I hit an ATM in the baggage claim and then get my
bag. Bob grabs his and heads outside to smoke. Barbara on the other hand does
not find her bag. We wait till the turnstile stops and then try to decide what
to do.
Barbara Returns Bagless (sorry for the camera shake!)
I wait at the turnstile while Barbara goes to the desk to
see what can be done. It turns out that there is nothing to be done. I wait for
two more planes to unload. Maybe it will turn up. It did not. So, we decide to
press on.
We find Bob outside. He was unable to reenter so was in the
dark waiting and wondering what is going on. We explain and then catch the bus
for the train station. The information that I had about the bus was right on.
The Milan
Train Station
Outside The Milan
Train Station
To our inexperienced eyes the train station looks like total
chaos. It is snowing and there is construction at the entrance. There are
people of all stripes going here and there. North Africans hocking umbrellas,
students, office workers, laborers and we seem to be the only ones that do not
know where to go. Quite a jolt when you are from Kansas.
We find a quiet corner to park Barbara, Bob and the gear.
Trundling down the stairs I find the automatic ticket machines. Buying tickets
turns out to be easy peasey. In a few minutes I have 3 second class to Venice. Triumphant I
return to the gang.
This first important step covered we turn to food. Bob and
Barbara are hungry but I feel too excited to think about food. I cover the bags
while they are off to find food.
My Personal Love Affair with Italy Begins at This Very Point
It is at this
very point that I begin to relax and fall in love with Italy. I know that is what
everybody since Byron has said but in my case, this is the instant that it
happens. It was all because I read too many guide book warnings about the Milan train station.
As I sit with the bags I start watching people pass
by. After a couple of minutes imagining gangs descending on me and running amok
with our gear. I am charmed by a small older lady. She has bags of groceries
and is laboring across the station. She makes eye contact with me and says "Boun
Gorno" and smiles. She is clearly not worried and neither should I be. I
feel the tension melt away and begin to take it all in.
Once I look up, I realize what a grand building we have entered. Built by the Fascists of the pre war years it is quite a marvel. It seems in great repair considering the age and the amount of use it was
getting. The head of the station is stone with grand patriotic art. There a
many small details and the quality of the work is high.
A Detail from the Stair Rail in the Milan Station
The train platforms are under a marvelous arched steel and
glass train shed. Best of all is the large arrival and departure board.
Clackity clackity it flips up times and exotic destinations very inspiring. I
want to go to them all.
The Diblasis return breathless and with panni in hand.
Excitedly they explain that Italians do not stand in line but mob to the front
and just make it happen. It took them quite a while till they figured it out.
Bob is somewhat alarmed by this chaotic approach to customer service.
After eating I wander outside and get a few photos and then
it is time to find our train.
Our First Train Ride In Europe
We find the platform and validate our tickets. Thank god I
had read how to tell which car and seat were on our tickets because it made
this little step go smooth. We stow our gear and get seated. A few minutes
later we begin to pull out.
It was interesting to pass through Milan and see how it had rebuilt after the
war. I know we bombed the crap out of it. Bob is out with his I pod in almost
immediately.
Bob on His First train In Europe
I am a little punchy from no sleep but very excited. Barbara
is tired and cold as she has no extra clothes due to the lost bag. She snuggles
under my jacket and drifts off on my shoulder.
I watch the Italian countryside. Bliss…
She wakes as we pass Verona.
We chat about how easy Bob is to have around and how this looks like it will
work out well. We both have a chuckle as we arrive in Padua because we have been pronouncing it
wrong. We say paduooa and the Italian announcer says paudwa.
Not Knowing What is Ahead
We roll toward the coast in the fading light. I see my first
Italian standing oarsman as we roll out onto the causeway to Venice.
I can see the islands and buildings of Venice as a light rain starts. I wish for
this time back now. I had no idea how
much I would enjoy the next few days. If I had known I would have paid more
attention.