A Little Town Called Orte
If it wasn,t for my cousin, I would have been on the wrong train this morning, and likely fined a pretty penny for it too. I had bought a regional ticket heading for Assissi from Rome, but was about to get on the fast inter-city train (five times teh cost) headed in the same direction when my cousin wisely asked a conductor if we were on the right path.
All is well, though, and I am now in Orte waiting to transfer to Assissi. This appears to a self-serve internet cafe. The town is tiny, and this was the only internet stop. Thereàs a desk with a computer and a little tray for you to leave your money in when you go. Interesting concept.
The weather here is beautiful. Yesterday I wanted to write that the absolutely most perfect weather day is April 2, 2009 in Rome, Italy. It was sunny, a few clouds for aesthetic touch, a breeze, no chill, a warmth, no sweat.
I am eagerly heading for Assissi to commune with nature in the spirit of that town’s most famous son.
I have not thought about work in forever, and am frequently needign to ask which day it is. I suppose that means I really and truly am on vacation!!! Yay!
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