Culture Shock: The Sequel

Back in Italy!

More specifically, back in Genova. The more I get to know Italy the more
I realize it doesn't exist - Italians are still a very regional people. I
had a three-way conversation on the train up from Pisa this afternoon
where the Tuscan girl had to keep repeating what the southern girl said so
that I could understand it!

The day I left London was absolutely beautiful, the best weather I'd seen
in the Isles. Go figure. The flight home was uneventful, though I can't
say I'm particularly impressed with RyanAir (from now on it's EasyJet for
me). Q: "Are your computers broken?" A: "No, we always do things like
this". Check please, table one.

I had the extreme pleasure of meeting my friend Vick for lunch before
leaving, and the great luck to finally be over my food poisoning so I
could enjoy the meal as well as the company. Towards the end it was hard
to tell if my nausea was from the aftereffects or from the hunger of not
having eaten much in two days.

I had a fantastic vacation, but it's nice to be back and busking again. I
missed my dulcimer, and it is a pleasure to be playing again (once I went
through the ordeal of putting the strings back on, that is - I'd taken
them off for safer storage). Ciao!