Hahaha! Sorry 4w's, but breasts were not of great interest to me. lol David was one of the few statues that did not have a 'fig leaf' added to cover him. lol
Red...498 pictures later, I still have over 200 remaining on the chip! It will be work to sort through them, deleting the rejects. I had a fabulous time. Some interesting and funny experiences, especially with driving a standard vehicle through the Tuscany area.
You are welcome B&B.
Devo, you didn't have to devote this thread to my travel adventures, but thanks for the thought.
I just returned from visiting my famiy in Manitoba for Thanks Giving (Cdn). It was the most beautiful drive there last Thursday. At one point I was driving and came to the crest of a hill which over looked a valley. I could see for about 50 miles all around...only a forest in an array of colors of orange, yellow, red and green. It was God's own painting. Returning home today, was completely different. The rain and wind on Sunday had caused most of the leaves to drop.
Next stop, Suva, Fiji to visit my daughter for a couple of days. I depart Thursday evening. If anyone is picturing the brochures of some beautiful resort in Fiji...not so. Suva is a port City... rather grungy, and lots of crime. Lonely Planets strictly warns about not walking at night, and taking a taxi even to go one block, or you WILL be mugged! So if it were not for my daughter, Suva is not a place I would want to go. But I will enjoy the warmer temperatures, and the company of my beloved daughter. :-)
Beautiful, Sharp! I can only imagine you couldn't help but be a typical tourist with the camera around your neck, snapping virtually everything you saw and wondering if you had enough memory in the chip to hold all the pics.
I would probably bump into people and trip over whatever obstacle was in my path from looking around and up and not where I was going!
Finally in Florence at the Galleria del Academia...
The day before thinking to beat the crowds, I arrived at the Uffizzi Museum at 8:10 a.m. It opened at 8:15 a.m. There were already 1000+ people in line ahead of me. It took me till 10 a.m. to get in.
Well, smarter, the next day I arrived at the Galleria del Academia at 7:45 a.m. It also opened at 8:30 a.m. There were only about 100 people in front of me and I got in by 8:45 a.m. One really must plan their day accordingly when in Italy.
Michaelangelo's sculpture of 'David' is housed here. This picture is of the replica, located at the original location of the real statue.
They had aprons with the picture of 'David' from his shoulders to thighs everywhere. I wanted to buy 3 for my sisters & a friend. But every stand that sold them had at least 5 Italian men standing around, and I just didn't have the guts to make that purchase in front of them. lol I know...I'm a chicken!
After my bike trip I moved onto Tuscany. This is the view outside my window, which opened directly to the fresh air. No screens, windows that opened like shutters on the inside, and wooden shutters on the outside.
Thank heavens I rented a car, because I found myself truly in the middle of nowhere! It was beautiful, and peaceful, but not a place one would want to be without a vehicle.
This a 'trulie'...another type of housing commonly inhabited in the Northern part of Puglia. Completely made of flat stones...almost like an igloo, accept the roof is brought to a point. Although the roof looks pointed on the outside, it is actually a rounded ceiling on the inside. The roundedness acts as a form of air conditioning. It keeps the air circulating, instead of being trapped and sitting as in our more conventional square/rectangle ceilings.
One of the Masserias we had a picnic.
The owner had one of the largest privately owned carriage collections in the world. It was incredible. All fully refinished...stage coaches, various carriages, wagons, etc. It was amazing to see.
Another small town... such narrow streets. The buildings are all painted white to reflect the heat of the hot summer sun. They want their town to look clean, so when the white starts to brown from the salt air, towns people are supposed to paint around their apartment area. If they do not, then the town will do it for them and send the owner an invoice for the paint and labor.
I believe this was a small city called Leccia. This barren street, one hour later at dusk was jammed pack with people! People wait till it gets dark out and then they come out of the woodwork, just to hang out...young people, middle aged and old people...all just hanging out together.
In Italy you'll see all the N.Americans making their dinner reservations for 7 or 8 p.m. and they'll find themselves sitting in an empty restaurant...guaranteed excellent service. Around 9 p.m. the restaurant begins to fill up...it's packed by 10 p.m. That is when all the Italians eat. I don't know how the do it! I was so sick of going to bed on a full stomache after 2 wks. It was great to get home and eat at 5 or 6 p.m. giving 4 to 5 hrs time for everything to digest before going to bed.
On Sundays, it's so cool...everything is closed in every town, accept the neighborhood cafe/bar...and outside you see about 20 or 30 men (no woman) all sitting around playing cards! Couldn't figure out the game they were playing. Not one female in sight.
I'm totally flushed after biking 25 km prior to arriving at this wonderful little coastal town for a delicious never ending supply of food & vino!!! Lots & lots of vino...lunch, dinner...vino...Proccecho (sp?), Red & White wine, Grappo, Port...aie!!! Try biking 20 km after such a lunch! They fed us so much food, I needed to bike so I wouldn't gain 20 lbs! lol
Took a wrong turn on the bike trip and came across this stone house...forget what they called this particular type of home. Few people live in them today, but many remain strewn throughout the Southern Puglia area uninhabited. This one was unique, because it actually was lived in.
The above picture is of St. Peter's Square (the Vatican), looking up at the Pope's apartments on the 2nd floor. He was in Germany visiting his brother for 2 wks. Usually he blesses the square each morning from his main window, but when he is away it is done by one of his Archbishops.
There is a white line surrounding St. Peter's Square, once you cross over that white line into the Square you have left the country of Italy and have entered Holy Land.