tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post3795375191720592006..comments2023-10-31T08:09:25.281-07:00Comments on T.: Umbria, Part 3T. http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-83129577626935318432009-12-05T09:15:24.137-08:002009-12-05T09:15:24.137-08:00Thanks, RW! Unfortunately, this is the last instal...Thanks, RW! Unfortunately, this is the last installment. I wish I had more, or, I wish I had <i> written</i> more. I could refer you to my Ireland travelogues, but, alas, I don't think they'd hold much interest for you!T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-83349458923023301202009-12-05T04:48:23.307-08:002009-12-05T04:48:23.307-08:00I particularly like the remoteness of it all and h...I particularly like the remoteness of it all and hey sounds like a great place to do a bit of shopping. Prosthetic eye anyone?<br /><br />Another nice installment! Its like watching a travel documentary.RainyWesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13657917167080093318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-36205689019647573222009-12-01T08:58:02.968-08:002009-12-01T08:58:02.968-08:00Blogalot: oops! I remember that dinner! (I believe...Blogalot: oops! I remember that dinner! (I believe I suffered a laughing fit there....)<br /><br />Patrice -- you know, I found out after I wrote this journal entry that it was actually the bread man who honked! Imagine that: he honks, you run outside and buy a loaf of fresh bread. He offered me a lift one day down from the hills and the van was filled to the gills with loaves. We had a lovely conversation in spite of the fact that he spoke no English, and my Italian is limited to three or four words.T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-41990743993161019372009-11-30T21:16:08.682-08:002009-11-30T21:16:08.682-08:00When I lived in Vermont, the mailman would always ...When I lived in Vermont, the mailman would always honk. ?? Must be some relic of ancient mail delivery systems etiquette.Patricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10722805078667526468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-55661545883025348752009-11-30T21:14:48.113-08:002009-11-30T21:14:48.113-08:00How soon we forget! I quote from http://fstopbentl...How soon we forget! I quote from http://fstopbentley.blogspot.com:<br />...T. and Robin shopped for shoes in Anghiari ... We also had dinner one night in a hotel restaurant in Anghiari -- apparently there were no guests at the hotel since we had the place to ourselves -- us and the giant TV. The favorite Italian shows at present are a sort of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" but the pacing is infuriatingly slow, with loooooong pauses and cutaways between the contestants looking pained and the emcees looking sly.Sean Bentleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02777191262417995366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-70244163647031661552009-11-30T09:00:59.945-08:002009-11-30T09:00:59.945-08:00Hi Alaine -- no, didn't get to Anghiari. Lucky...Hi Alaine -- no, didn't get to Anghiari. Lucky you to go again!T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-2764273141845635652009-11-30T00:31:34.000-08:002009-11-30T00:31:34.000-08:00I've got a lot of catch-up reading to do. I t...I've got a lot of catch-up reading to do. I thought you were there now, until I went looking for Part 1! I was there exactly two years ago and hope to visit again next year. Did you visit Anghiari?alaine@éclectiquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367208674281749257noreply@blogger.com