And thanks to those of you who took the time to review me; the diary of my Feb-May trip is now up, here; although with almost no photos: those, plus proofreading links, detailed footnotes, etc. will take several more months.
Bill, As Amy is, I'm looking forward to spending some 'quality' time with your 2004 diary! In the meantime, could you post a link to your time in Chioggia? Thanks!
Ahh, Bill. How can I ever make it up to you?! I hope there is no mystical power in your curses. I of course read the first of your stories immediately, then I printed the rest off to read on the plane tomorrow morning.
Deborah Horn In a previous life I was an Umbrian sunflower farmer. I want to do a past life regression and stay there. ----------------------------------- www.petsburg.com My blog: Old Shoes - New Trip
Posts: 5000 | Location: St. Louis, MO | Registered: 04 September 2001
Quite metaphorical Deborah! Migianella certainly atmospheric, especially in the fog of February (one photograph now illustrating that diary entry). This is a place, however, that maybe only you could redeem.... it gave me the creeps.
And then again ... I don't know anyone else who spends part of their wedding anniversary vacation in the cemetery of Deadwood, CO. (Or at least so says the Trip Calendar, buon viaggio )
But Bill, I LOVE cemeteries. All cemeteries. I love to read tombstones and contemplate the lives and deaths of the people buried there. I love to think about what they may be doing now, in their most recent incarnation. Fortunately for me, my husband has the same facination. About ten years ago, we took a drive to a Mississippi River ferry crossing that was going to be closed down. We wanted to experience the crossing before it did. It was one of those old fashioned ones where the ropes were on block and tackles and pulled the unmotorized ferry back and forth across the river. But, I digress (surprise, surprise). While we were waiting for our appointed time on the ferry, we visited a very old rural cemetery. In one plot there were 10 (TEN) tiny little white marble headstones with dates in the late 1880s. All children of the same parents. All dead before the age of 18 months. This spring I did a cemetery tour with a friend in Jackson, CA. There was one very lacy ornate, iron-fenced plot with a rather imposing six-sided oblisk in the center. On the front of the oblisk was the name of a woman. On the other five were the names of her husbands. All of them had died within a period of about 12 years. We caculated that she had buried the last one when she was 37 years old, then she lived to the ripe old age of 82. Wouldn't you just love to know how she did them all in? How much wealth and property she accumulated in each successive widowhood? How wealthy she was when she decided at 37 that she didn't need to marry again? What kind of conversations the six of them have in now, in their cozy little plot? So, YES, Deadwood Cemetery is high on our list. How could I pass up the grave of the Wild West's original liberated woman - Annie Oakley?
Deborah Horn In a previous life I was an Umbrian sunflower farmer. I want to do a past life regression and stay there. ----------------------------------- www.petsburg.com My blog: Old Shoes - New Trip
Posts: 5000 | Location: St. Louis, MO | Registered: 04 September 2001
Dear Bill, It is very haunting to see my house and my beloved Umbria through your eyes. Andrew and I will be there soon (d.v.), dealing with cats, plumbers,and quaint Irene. Ann McGarrell
Posts: 2 | Location: Vermont | Registered: 25 February 2004
My memory of the two days is fairly unflawed, in spite of the awful flu Bill gave me the first day. We went to Apecchio to see a Medieval bridge in just exceptional condition, then over the mountains to Pergola to jam on the Bronzi d'orati after driving through the Saturday markets. We went to Fossombrone to a restaurant Bill remembers but it has passed on to restaurant heaven, so we went on to adorable Corinaldo for the much-praised stuffed crescia. It is only served at night, so we ate ordinary food. The second day, Bill chatted up a 10 year old girl about skating and we pleasantly argued about the construction details of some buildings of various ages. He refused to photograph a fascinating sign that had been Magic Markered onto the toilet tank. Then we went to the abandoned San Bartolomeo, where we discovered that the meadow behind the ruined church is perhaps the most appealing picnic place for miles. It has a hilltop view of two entire and separate valley systems. Charging in as we left were two respectable older ladies (oops, maybe I am one, too!) in stockings and heels, ready to brave the nettles that ate us through our jeans to see what we had been looking at. Now if someone wants to buy a ruin, there's your ruin. Walled gardens, astounding view, loads of rooms and outbuildings and a crane already on site. Thayer may be the only man I know who can spend two entire days with me, and one day dodging police I called on him, and leave me with a walk-on part that hinges on how many times I have met Martin. He did, however, generously pay for both lunches and never got the homemade dinner party I proposed because I got too sick to do it. I made him tell me about Rebecca, because to me she is like a movie star-- what is she REALLY like?
Bill Thanks ,as always, for sharing your trip's experiences. I especially loved your report on the Vatican Necropolis. Our tour (about 3 weeks ago)was not conducted by a priest, but by an archeology student (female) who did a great job and wasn't too biased. Again thanks for sharing.
Resurrecting this very old thread so them that like can follow my peregrinations with Judith a bit better. It took me over a year to put up one set of what I think of as Judith's pages, but here is Apecchio and its splendid bridge.
Judith, as I believe you know, you was not a footnote at all: but I was so sick immediately after getting that flu from you that there's a week essentially missing in my diary there, including the time we sat in front of the Bronze Ladies of Pergola (the guy is somewhat inconsequential, despite everything), which is not so much as mentioned in my abbreviated diary. Also barely covered, though, is my visit to the most interesting Etruscan tomb I've seen to date, with my pal from Trevi: so you're in good company.
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