4 November 2006. It is Saturday, which means daddy is on the golf course and mommy and I are left to our own devices once again. We had breakfast in the room (unfortunate that it took four days for mommy to figure out this was an option) before heading out for a morning of shopping. After crossing the second bridge, I decided strollers and bridge steps don't mix and insisted (via emotional breakdown complete with tears) that mommy pick up the entire stroller and carry me whenever steps were in sight. After resolving that issue, we went to a supermercado so mommy could buy some Illy espresso to take home. An elderly lady tried to flirt with me but ended up terrifying me to inconsolable bits. I'm sure she was lovely on the inside, but her countenance was a little too similar to the witch in Hansel and Gretel for my taste. I ate lunch in Piazza Santa Maria Formosa while mommy tried unsuccessfully to get an espresso for herself. We then ditched the stroller and went back to Aciugheto (where we ate last night) so mommy could eat a bite of pizza. Afterward, we went shopping for some Murano glass. In case you are wondering, babies and delicate glass don't mix. Amazingly, I didn't break anything, but it certainly wasn't for lack of trying. We went back to the Rialto markets that evening to do some exploring and shopping, but mommy's arms were about to fall off from carrying me everywhere. We finally just headed back to the hotel and climbed the 41 steps to our room (no elevator in the hotel) and called it a night around 6:00. Mommy reached an all-time low and ate Pringles from the minibar for dinner. Pringles - in Italy! Can you believe that?
Dining with Mommy at Aciugheto
I hate these stupid steps.
Hi Thatcher - Reading your blog, I realize what a great time and experience you have had. I already miss you and look so forward to Xmas when we see you again. I agree that your Cousin David would have freaked out over the fishy meals, but he would not be the only one. I agree with your Aunt Sherri, give me Captain D's or Long John's anytime. We missed you especially your doggie brothers. They moped a bit, but nothing like last year. Love You, Nana
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ReplyDeleteGlad your back in the good ol' USA, you never know what those crazy yur-ah-peein's (spelling?)will eat or do. I fixed some Italian food this weekend at the deer camp, nobody died. We have a standing rule that if anybody BMW's (bitch, moans or whins about the food) they have to cook the next meal. One feller said "my Italian food tasted like deer sh-t, but it was good". Anyway we're heading to the camp again this week, wish you could go, so hurry up and start walking so you can help me find a big one. P.S. I got two more hogs this past weekend so they won't be pest when you come. Love, Uncle Bud