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| View from the breakfast table, near San Gimignano |
We recently returned from a long trip visiting family in
Switzerland and hanging out like Eurotrash in Tuscany. There’s too much to
tell, but I’ll try to hit a few highlights.
Turns out renting a GPS from Hertz at
the Zürich airport costs a completely ridiculous 30 euros a day. In retrospect,
that would have been cheaper than the divorce that would have been imminent had
we traveled with only a map. Thankfully, my cousin ripped his GPS off his
dashboard and handed it over just as he was dropping us off at the train
station the evening before we left.
We named her Inge. It was a love-hate
relationship from the start. Her best lines included, “Sie befinden sich in
einer Sackgasse,” (You are in a dead end.) while we barreled happily down the
Autobahn. Also, she regularly chirped “Achtung! Gefahrstelle!” (Careful!
Dangerous area!) for no discernible reason. And you haven't lived until you
hear Inge say, “Poggibonsi,” which is a small Italian town.
Lastly, here's some very old artwork (1500s? Maybe earlier.) we saw at Florence's Duomo.
Apparently this Disney shit is much older than I thought.
