Tales of Our Visitor

Well, we have completed the task of hosting our first guest. There was a lot of preparation before. We had to make sure the bed was made, the junk was removed (since prior our guestroom was a storage room), and furniture was purchased, built, and put in it's proper place. Of course I spent a total of 8.5 hours the day before deep cleaning the house from top to bottom.  After all, first impressions are the impressions that last. Thomas's father-Joe Hefner-arrived on 17 November 2011 at around 1130 am. Thomas greeted Joe at the airport. I, however, had an FRG meeting at an olive oil factory- no big deal ;). We all arrived back at the apartment around the same time. Pefecto timing! I was initially quite shocked. Joe had managed to not only bring Thomas's favorite burritos from Dee's Burritos in Snyder, Texas but 1/2 a gallon of green sauce to compliment them. To say Thomas was happy would be an understatement. Now as if he wasn't already pulling for father of the year, he also brought us something else. A turkey fryer. Yes, a turkey fryer. The saga of what he had to go through is an extremely, long entertaining tale that only he can really tell, however, refer to http://silkpursesandsowsear.blogspot.com/2011/11/list.html?spref=fb for a shortened, but pretty accurate version of Joe's tale of getting a turkey fryer. 


The first day/night we took him to Caserma Ederle (the base) and to the amazing restaurant Aeolia's in Longare, Vicenza, Italy. We of course got the Aeolia's Menu (salad, fagatini, steak with potatoes, and fried ice cream that resembles creme brule).  That night Joe slept hard and slept a little late in the morning.


 On the second day, I took him to Emisfero, which for those not living here who already know, it is basically an Italian Super Wal-Mart. Joe found it enjoyable and paid special attention and observation to the meat department. Are we surprised since he works for the USDA? ;) Thomas got off early that afternoon, so we rested up and went to Pizza Pub for supper that night and had a few drinks at the Orange Bar. It's not really called Orange Bar, but all of us Americans call it that because the walls are orange and the lights illuminating it are orange. 


The third day consisted of a day trip to Venice. It was quite a foggy day. Almost made Venice look eerie. However, we took a water taxi ride to San Marco's Square which I found quite enjoyable. I loved cruising through the waterways!! I was quite proud to be the pigeon lady once again. I have quite a knack for it now. Used to the I couldn't get one pigeon to land on me. Now I have whole families flocking to me. Piece of cake. ;) Joe was able to experience the amazingness of attracting pigeons as well. Even Thomas accidentally acquired a few pigeons. He HATES those pigeons! It was hilarious to see him cursing and swinging at them to go away, but yet, they remained. We attempted to take a ferry to Murano Island where Murano glass is made, but alas, it was way too foggy to do this. I was so upset. I really wanted to go. :( That night we returned to Vicenza and ate at Walter's restaurant  (Regina's). Walter was THRILLED to see Thomas again after so long. Rebecca (Walter's daughter and Thomas's 7 year old girlfriend I blogged about before) was not too friendly to Thomas. And this time I don't think it was b/c of me! She told me goodbye and to Thomas she just sort of threw her hand up! Hahaha! Thomas felt a little hurt I believe. But, you know, she could have just been being a 7 year old. But, I like to tease Thomas and tell him his girlfriend has moved on! 


Fourth day consisted of Thomas and Joe hiking and climbing in Thomas's favorite spot in Lumignano, while I taught the kiddos at Awanas. That afternoon we to Suova for an olive oil festival at Bomonini (the place I had my FRG meeting at). We received samples of wine, olive oil, and foods. We also did some Christmas shopping! ;) That night Thomas fired up the grill and made steaks and veggies. They were delicious, however, an hour later I didn't find them that delicious. To lessen the risk of having a TMI moment, I will just say that I was very very sick to my stomach all night long with multiple trips to the bathroom every hour on the hour all night long. I finally just went downstairs and slept (attempted to sleep) on the futon so Thomas could get sleep before work. When Thomas left for work around 530 am I went back to bed and finally got some sleep (about 5 hours worth). 


Since I was up all night sick to my stomach the night before, the fifth day, Monday, was spent recovering. I slept on the couch on and off all day, barely eating anything. I did have to make a few trips to the bathroom, but not nearly as many as the night before. So, whatever, "bug" caught me the night before was getting out of my system. Thanks goodness, because Thanksgiving was coming up that week and I was preparing for 14 people to come eat at my house!! On my day of recovery, Joe walked down to the Pronto Bricco (basically like a Home Depot) twice (b/c it was closed the first time he went, are we surprised?? NO! It's Italy) and got a part for my shower and fixed it. 


On the sixth day, Joe took a trip all by himself back up to Venice. He left early in the morning and came home around supper time. He was able to go to Murano Island that day and look around. I'm glad it wasn't too foggy for him to go. I, on the otherhand, spent the entire day cooking!! I can't remember a time I was more stressed (well, yes, I do..it was probably when I was in school). The lack of space in our kitchen is unreal. I will say that is something I miss about the states. I was driving myself nuts trying to find places to put stuff. I was even driving to base at 400 in the afternoon stocking stuff in the fridges in the barracks. I was so exhausted by the end of the night. Not to mention, I was extremely irritable. 


On Joe's seventh day here, we spent the whole day once again in the kitchen and back and forth to the commissary for the various items I of course forgot to get or ran out of. He was a big help though!! He helped cook, clean, and tested the turkey fryer to make sure it was ready for our big turkey day. Oh and of course there was the deep cleaning I had to do prior to everyone coming. That's a funny thing. It's amazing how a house can be completely spotless, but you fill it up with 14 people and it's amazing how dirty it just naturally gets. I was in awe of it. Haha! 


The eighth day was the day we had been preparing for...Thanksgiving. We all woke up around 700. I started preparing and making the cheese dip (one of the appetizers) and the men started peeling/cutting potatoes for the mashed potatoes. Then, of course, I had to complete the metamorphasis. ;) After this, I think I sat for maybe 20 minutes and then it was ON! I was able to fit two casseroles in our oven at one time. So, I got everything together and placed it in the oven. Now, since everything I made I tripled and even quadrupled some of the recipes, it took a tad longer to cook, which of course was irritating, but oh well!! Thomas made two trips to base to pick up all of the single soldiers who came to eat with us. I love all of you boys, but God bless you Danielle for being here. It was great to have another girl here with me. You were also very helpful during the slight mishap with the green bean casserole (burnt the fried onions on top, but never fail, I was prepared with extra fried onions and we scooped off the burnt ones and replaced them with new ones...green bean casserole turned out just fine!). Everyone arrived around 200. We had appetizers to tie everyone over while the massive amount of food cooked. We had cheese dip, a cheese ball, and bruschetta. We finally ate around 630 (we were shooting for 430/500). Everything turned out great! It was delicious and we had soooo many leftovers. I couldn't believe it. I gave ALL of it away too. By that point, I wanted it all out of my house!! Haha! Our Thanksgiving menu consisted of: 2 Fried Turkey's, 1 Ham, Green Bean Casserole, Cornbread Dressing, Cornbread Casserole, Sweet Potato Crunch (4x the recipe I might add), Cabbage Casserole, 3 large amounts of Broccoli Salad Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, and Biscuits (I think that's all???). I think the last bunch of boys left our house around 10-11. I was so completely exhausted. I have never been this tired. I slept HARD that night and slept in the next morning. 


Day 9 felt like a rude awakening to me. You would have thought I was hungover from a major binge drinking episode. I had not. It was a hangover from a major binge cooking episode(s). I was a zombie the entire next day. We ran errands and I was falling asleep in the car. Joe has the picture to prove it. The men were a big help the next day. The cleaned and straightened up. After lots of looking and thought we purchased our first Christmas tree. Thomas was disappointed that we couldn't get a real one. Here, if you want a real one you have to pot it in the ground. Very strange. So, we bought a pre-lit tree from the px. However, we had issues once we got home. we plugged the american 110 light into a transformer. They came on, but then 5 minutes later they would go out. After reading the fine print in the instructions, we discovered that these particular lights could not be used with a transformer. So, the next week Joe and I had to make a trip to Emisfero to get 220 lights. So our tree is wrapped with both 110 and 220 lights with only the 220 lights burning. Yep, only us. 


On the tenth day, we left around 900 in the morning for Firenze or as we like to call it in America, Florence! It was about a 3 hour train ride. When we arrived we settled in our bed and breakfast which was a short walk from the train station. We got a map from the lady at the hotel who also circled various points of interests for us. Our first stop was a little sandwich shop where we got paninis. Mine had sausage, spinach, and cheese on it. The sausage was interesting because it wasn't browned so it still had a pink hue to it I guess which of course looked suspect to me. But, once, I got my mind away from that and realized that yes it was indeed cooked, I discovered that it was tasty. After that, we walked through all of the local markets and shops. Firenze is known for it's leather. There were so many leather shops filled with gorgeous leather handbags, suitcases, briefcases, etc. I could have gone crazy in there, if I had lots of money. ;) We also went to a local shop and picked out two ornaments made in the area for our Christmas tree. After a little walking, we finally arrived at the Duomo! What a beautiful sight it was!! The churches here in Italy are all amazing with so much detail. But, the Duomo definitely has something the others don't...an absolutely breathtaking view. If you decide to...walking up the 400+ steps is totally worth the view at the top. Yes, walking up ALL those stairs is a bit tiring, but actually, not as tiring/hard as I thought it would be. The stairs are constantly winding around and around with a steep incline. But, the architecture of the church is so neat that it makes it easier to tolerate. People of all ages were climbing up those steps to the top too!! After the Duomo, we went in search of The David. A huge statue of  this naked naked man. Haha! The original David is housed in one of the museums, while a copy of him sits outside. The David is massive!! His hands were ginormous!! And of course, you have to sort of giggle at his private area that is obviously not so private! :) That night we attempted to do a pub crawl, but could never find the group! Im not sure if we got there too late or what or maybe it was non-existent. So, we did our own little pub crawl for a couple of hours and then headed home early because we were tired. Hm, real party animals, huh? 


The next morning (day 11)we awoke and ate breakfast (toast, croissants, coffee, various cakes, milk, juice, and yogurt were our options) followed by visiting the markets one last time. We caught the train back to Vicenza around noon and arrived back to base around 330. 


The twelfth day I ventured with Joe to downtown Vicenza. We walked from base to there and back. I was so impressed with how much I actually remembered once I was down there. We didn't get lost at all! I even found a little shop that sold Fontanini nativity collection. I was so overjoyed!!! You would have thought I had won the lottery. It completely made my day. So, of course, I immediately had to go in side so I could start purchasing. But, of course, it was Reposso time and the Italians were napping. So, we came back around 300 and it was open. I was like a kid in a candy store. :) We met Thomas back at the house around 500 that evening and took Joe to the Brazilian BBQ place. For those who don't know what that is. They basically come around to your table with various meats for you to eat. You have this wooden piece that you flip to the green side when you want meat and you flip to the red side when you are finished. There is also a buffet of side items. You have to go with a BIG appetite because there is lots of food! Oh, and of course wine. We are in Italy after all. ;) 


On day 13, I took Joe to Nove. He had already been instructed by a friend's wife who was stationed in Europe before to go there and buy her something..anything! Let's just say, Joe racked up on stuff. Hahaha! I looked at some things for Christmas and debated what I would buy. I decided to wait and think about it some more. That afternoon we got some more decorations for the tree and Joe put the lights on our tree for us. Thomas had a jump in Aviano that day so he didn't get home till about 230/300 in the morning. 


Day 14 I took Joe to the Grisignano market. We met up with my friend Jackie who lives there and she took us there. I like to call Jackie the "Italian Whisperer." She can communicate with them so well. She says she doesn't know as much Italian as she should, but I beg to differ. We bought fresh salmon, asiago dolche cheese, parmagiano reggiano cheese, clemontines, and this stuff that was the consistency of applesauce, but had a Dijon mustard flavor to it (good on chicken and beef). We also purchased a Foccacia de Natale (translation: Christmas Cake)...quite tasty!


For day number 15 of Joe's trip we ventured out by ourselves to Verona. We paid for a slow train ticket (4 euro), but we somehow got on the fast train because instead of taking an hour it took about 20 minutes...ooops!!! The fast train probably would have cost about 14 euro I think, so we sort of got a deal, but sort of did a no-no too. ;) Haha. I think the platforms must have changed or something. But, we made it with no trouble. Once again, I was surprised at my navigational skills. I felt completely comfortable in Verona and got us around quite nicely. Joe got to touch Juliet's boob for good luck so he was happy. There was also a Christmas market going on which was quite nice. I think I am really going to LOVE Christmas in Italy. It just seems so magical here. On our way to Verona, we found out that Thomas had been sent home sick. This was a first b/c he never gets sick!! He was also given the next day off. 


Day 16 definitely crept up on us. Joe's trip was starting to come to an end. We spent most of Friday at home so Thomas could re-cooperate, but of course, Thomas doesn't like to do that. That evening he had to get out of the house, so we took a trip to a couple of stores and went downtown to walk around and look at some more shops. I was hoping it would be all lit up for Christmas, but it wasn't. Parts of it were and there was even some sort of market going on. But, all in all, it was not as Christmas-ie looking as I had hoped it would be. 


On Saturday the seventeenth, we took Joe to Marostica. Thomas and I had never been there before either. When you enter the main square you see a chessboard! In September of every even number year they play a human chess game!! There were shops around to look in and of course we stopped for espresso (for the men) and hot chocolate (for me). After this, you basically walk up this cobble path to a huge castle. It's a big view that would have looked a lot better had it not been foggy and drizzly. The castle did look a little cool with all the fog around it. There is a restaurant at the top where the castle is. What an experience THAT was!! There was no English menu. So, we were basically at the mercy of the manager who spoke English. He was of course very overly friendly saying, "OH I take care of you!" He basically ordered for us. Well, we had no idea what we were getting or how many courses. The bill was probably quite scary (Thanks Joe!). I dont remember all of the Italian names so I will just tell you in English. Our first course was thin slices of veal drizzled with olive oil. The second course was thin slices of duck with microtiny mushrooms. Yes, duck. Yes, Rachel (Paige) Helms Hefner ate duck. Would you have every dreamed it back in the day? No. Probably not. It was actually tasty. And the mushrooms were so cute. They looked like they belonged to Polly Pocket. :) By this point I am thinking our main course should surely be coming out, but no, on to the third course. This was a plate of these sliced mushrooms with cheesy polenta (polenta is sort of like grits but made of corn...or wait are grits made of corn??? I dont know). They were unbelievably good!!! Even Thomas Hefner, who HATES mushrooms, actually ate all of the mushrooms and ENJOYED them! If Thomas like a mushroom then you KNOW its a good one. The 4th course (yes, there was a 4th course...at this point I am still thinking, when does the main dish arrive) was delicious. I wish I could eat it all the time. It was this pumpkin rice soup stuff. I am not sure what it was called, but I know it had rice and this soupy mixture in the rice that was made with pumpkin. I have never really thought of myself as a pumpkin person, but maybe I am. This was delicious! It was even served inside part of a pumpkin. I was in heaven. It was heaven in my mouth. Ugh...I want some now. Okay, anyway, back to the courses. Finally, the fifth course came. It was steak with rosemary potatoes. Also, equally amazing. Basically, in a nutshell, I can tell you that all of the food was fabulous. Fabulous might just be an understatement. The man waiting on us was hilarious with his way of trying to impress us. I've never seen someone grind pepper on my food so politely and delicately plus with such show! I wish I had a picture of his face. He was putting on a performance for sure. But, still, he was very friendly and nice. OH and the way he drizzled olive oil. I guess he is what you call a true professional. It was indeed an interesting experience, but boy do I want to experience it again. Amazing food!!! 


The eighteenth day was Joe's last day. Originally we had planned on traveling somewhere over this weekend, but with Thomas being sick at the end of the week we decided to just do daytrips, which is why we went to Marostica. So, Sunday morning we visited the market in Camisano. WOAH! Huge market! So much clothes, food, shoes, flowers, etc., and food to eat there!! We enjoyed a brat on this yummy toasted bread with peppers and mustard. We purchased some pansies and clementines. Joe assured me that pansies were good cold weather flowers. Hopefully I dont kill these plants.  I am beginning to think I do not have a "green thumb." Our lemon tree is dead. Dead as a doornail. No bringing it back to life. We had to throw it out. Maybe one day we will buy another and try again. But, it might be too painful for Thomas. He was so attached. He fought me and fought me on throwing it away. He claimed we could revive it even after we snapped its twigs and could clearly see it was brown on not only the outside but inside too. He finally decided to pull the plug after we bought the pansies. The clementines are delicious, which is probably a good thing since Joe bought 3 kg of them. I have a big ole bowl of clementines now. The rest of the day consisted of errands and Joe packing up to go. His time here was coming to an end. 


Day 19, we awoke at around 5am. 5 am came way too soon for me since the night before I came down with an ocular migraine. Sheeesh, those are nooo fun!!! It was extremely foggy on the drive to the Venice airport. Oh, did I mention I drove Joe all by myself. No Thomas. Okay, back to the trip up there. It was foggy...so foggy that you could barely see the signs. But, we still made it there! Joe stood in the long line to get his pass, paid for his extra bag, went through security, and disappeared along with the rest of the people. We had such a good visit with him!! I left the airport and made it home successfully. It was still quite foggy and gloomy when I got home so I settled in on the couch for basically the whole day. I was indeed pooped. 


So, there goes the tale of our first visitor. Our next visitors are Terry (my mother-in-law/Thomas's Mom), Joseph (Thomas's Brother and my favorite brother-in-law), and Will (Joseph's main squeeze who is basically like my brother now too). They arrive on the 26 of December. Then a few months after them my parents will come visit!!! We can't wait to see the rest of our families. We have an amazing life here and we cannot wait to share it with you all. But, as much as living over here is going good, we still miss you all thus making it VERY exciting to see each and every one of you! Until next time...ciao! 
PS: Please forgive any typos/mistakes. As you know now, this is a very long blog entry. I do not feel like re-reading it for errors. So mom, I am sorry if there are any. ;)

Promotion Ceremony

I'm not sure if we ever thought this day would come. Like with any job, Thomas has had good and bad moments in the Army. When at Bragg, he was asked to try out for the Scout platoon. He tried out and was successful. However, with this good moment came a somewhat hardship I guess you could say. Here he was in a better platoon, but he was having to start from scratch once again. He had to prove himself all over again. This all made it take a little longer for him to become a SPC. Eventually while deployed in Afghanistan, he was able to achieve this rank. A few months after Afghanistan, Thomas was up for his E5 board. He could become a Sgt after about a year of being a SPC. Of course, this was one month before he was supposed to leave for Italy. So, his company didn't feel it was necessary to promote him since he would be leaving. It would not benefit them. So, yes, Thomas was given a once in a lifetime opportunity to live and work in Italy. However, with this amazing opportunity came the fact that he was the new guy again. He would have to prove himself once more. Surprisingly, with Italy came opportunities for Thomas to lead. Because someone was unable to, Thomas became a team leader as a SPC and the new guy on top of that. He proved himself and became CPL soon after. He was sent to schools and given invitations to try out for the Scout platoon here. Thomas felt loyal to the guys who had been supportive of him and decided against trying out. For months and months, he was told he'd be going to the E5 board. Month after month something would happen to prevent it from happening. Trainings, getting forgotten on the list, etc. Finally, one day, his name was indeed on the list. He studied and studied and studied. I could probably recite all of the creeds and such myself. Nerves interfered a bit during the mach (spelling??) board.  But, after calming down a bit, he blew them away. He was told if he did this for the real board he would most definitely pass! Well, the day of the board came and I was on pins and needles. I know how hard Thomas works and how much he wants to succeed in the Army. My hope is always that others will see it too. Well, he passed. So, it was then a waiting game for him to get pinned. The day of the pinning ceremony I felt very proud of him. I was so thankful to be there to pin him. I missed out on a lot while in grad school. I appreciate the opportunity I have nowto be there for him and enjoy these important moments. He looked very happy the day of the ceremony. He smiled and laughed. He was truly in his element. Now, he is still basically doing the same job as before except now he gets paid for it and he gets to watch guys pee during the pee tests. I'm pretty sure he was more excited about the first part. In fact, the day of his promotion ceremony thats what he was doing. His words to me as he ran off real quick were, "Ive gotta go look at penises." Ummm..yeah, okay. Nice to know honey, is what Im thinking. Thomas does have a way with words...not always the right way with words, but he has some kind of way with them. 


Here are a few pictures from his special day...

Celebrating Your First Anniversary Without Him.

Once people reach their first anniversary, there is all sorts of preparation for big plans and trips. On my first anniversary my husband was away in Germany for training. Being an Army wife you have to learn to do things without your husband. Holidays, birthdays, and momentous occasions must all be celebrated. If I let Thomas being gone stop me from celebrating important days, I don't think I would ever do much celebrating at all. You have to discover your own way to celebrate. It's important to be creative and be with others who can help you celebrate without bringing you into the depressing state of no husband blues. When I was given an invitation to join a group of girls for a costume dinner cruise around Venice I was interested, but I became even more interested when I discovered that the cruise would be the night before our anniversary. I thought that was a sign that this was the way I should go out and celebrate our first year of marriage. It would require enough preparation and fun to get my mind off the fact that Thomas wasn't here. Preparing my costume kept me occupied the days prior to our anniversary and the cruise helped me to have a good time on my anniversary. I have to take these opportunities when they come along. I think it's important for my sanity and well-being to make plans and be with others when Thomas isn't around. Most especially on the "special days." 


Pictures from Dinner Cruise....

 Ciao from Italia. xoxo.

Taking A Step On My Soapbox

Sometimes, it's still hard to believe that I live in Italy. It's also hard for me to understand why some people complain about getting this as a duty station. Believe me,  I am the first to understand how difficult it is to be away from family. I come from a family who lives in the same town. I only have a couple of family members who took the big leap to leave the Fayetteville area. So, I do get it. But, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and its not forever. I was speaking to a friend of mine about this as we were driving to Nove. We were looking at all the houses with the mountains in the background and found ourselves saying, "how could anyone not appreciate living here." Not only are we given the opportunity to see the major sites, but we get see the little towns nearby as well that offer just as much. For example, Nove. It's known for making ceramics. The ceramics that are sold in the U.S. for much higher prices we are able to purchase here at low prices. Another thing we did is just found a random vineyard and purchased wine and olive oil. There's not many places in the states that just have vineyards out of the wazoo to choose from. There's nothing but vineyards here. It's all about making the best of a situation. I know thats what Im trying to do and so far it's worked pretty well. It doesn't mean that some days havent  been hard or lonely. But, there have been many more good days than bad. Im seeing places I never thought I'd see, interacting with people from other cultures, and meeting people who are becoming good friends. I'm thankful for this experience and thankful that Thomas and I have been able to begin our marriage with this. I wish more people would just learn to appreciate what's been handed to them. I firmly believe if God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. Make the most of what you're given. Okay, stepping off my soapbox. Ciao Bella! 

Croatian Vacation

Labor Day Weekend
For labor day we kept going back and forth on where to go. Thomas really had his heart set on climbing this mountain in France (Mount Blanc). However, doing this would basically mean we would have separate vacations. He would be with a bunch of guys and I would be with their wives. I was completely fine with this and I told him so. Of course, I would like "alone time" with him, especially since he'd be leaving the next week for training in Germany, but nevertheless, I knew how excited he was. Well, imagine my surprise when Thomas came to me and said he had made a decision about the weekend and that is was the final decision. He said we had two options..(1) I (as in me, Rachel) go climb Mt. Blanc and he go to Croatia or (2) We both go to Croatia. Well, we all know what that basically meant since I dont climb mountains. Thomas said he knew we hadn't spent a lot of time together and with him leaving for training we wouldn't be spending much time together. He said it wasn't fair to me and he could climb Mount Blanc anytime. Woah. Yes, my husband chose me over his mistress (I have always said my husband has a mistress and that mistress is rock climbing, hahaha). So, there we have it...a decision made. It was off to Croatia!!


I drove the entire way to Croatia. This required me to drive not only through Italy and Croatia, but the country of Slovenia as well since it is in between Italy and Croatia. Well, the trip was going well, until we entered Croatia. We were using the GPS on the cell phone and once we got to Croatia the cell phones went haywire and we couldnt call out nor did the GPS work. So we made it to Pula (the city we were staying in), but we were completely lost. We had the owner of the apartment we were staying in's number, but how could we call without a working cell phone? First Thomas talked to a woman at a magazine stand who acted completely stupid and of course very unhelpful. So, we continued to drive around and then came across another magazine stand. The man there spoke English and was very helpful. He spoke to the owner of the apartment who gave us directions. Well, even with those directions we got lost again. So, we went back to the magazine stand and this time called the owners daughter who met us at the magazine stand so we could follow her. She had to pick up some other tourists, so we followed her to that location. She did not have enough room in her car for all of them so guess who ended up with a random guy in the backseat of their car? Ding Ding! You guessed right...we did. He was from England and very nice. So, we are just driving along, following the daughter and then we make a right turn. It is at this point that I go into panic mode. I do not see her car anymore! Yep, you guessed it. We were lost, yet again. Oh but wait, this time not only are we lost, BUT we have a random British guy in the backseat! My first thought (outloud) was "Oh my gosh, everyone is going to think we are dumb Americans." My second thought, which I continued to say aloud was..."Oh no, they probably think we've kidnapped this guy." We made our way to a bakery where luckily someone let Thomas use their cellphone. We got a hold of the daughter, again, and she came and found us. We stayed close to her car this time...and the British guy's friends gave us death stares the entire way to the apartment. We finally made it! We were exhausted. A trip that normally takes three hours took us about 5 hours to make. We took a nap and woke up to people outside eating. It was then we both realized that they looked familiar. It was a couple from Thomas's company with some of their German friends. Small world, huh? Well, the rest of the trip was great! We went to the beaches of Croatia and went to a place called Safari Bar which is a bar on the beach that is soooo neat looking. You feel like your in a hut in the Safari. It was so much fun! We even had dinner with the owners of the apartment. They were so kind to us all. The last day we went snorkeling! It was such an amazing experience. I loved seeing all the little fishes underwater. I can't wait to go back and do it again! Oh we found out that Croatia isn't considered a part of Europe, at least in the cell phone sense, so our phones got confused and went into some kind of "mode" when we entered Croatia. We'll know better for next, I HOPE! Arrevederci! 

Pompei and Mount Vesuvio

Our hotel offered a few tours through an outside company, so we decided to take advantage of it. The first trip we took was to the ruins of Pompei and Mount Vesuvio (Vesuvius). It was amazing to see this city that was here such a long time ago. We learned a few facts. I will tell you a little bit about the city through some pictures. First of all, did you know that Pompei wasn't actually destroyed by lava from the volcano (Mt. Vesuvius)? Sure, the volcano erupted, but the lava didn't actually reach the city of Pompei. It was the ash from the volcano that destroyed the city. Life was very different back then. Some of the things they did or believed in probably seem unusual or outrageous to some. It makes me wonder how people will look at they way we live in the next thousand years. Will they find our beliefs or professions outrageous and unusual? Or will history repeat itself and some of the things that they did during the time of Pompei be done again? Of course, I kind of doubt this. I'm sure it will be a bit more advanced. Maybe they will finally be driving (or should I say flying) around in Jetson cars by then. ;)

Okay, now on to more facts about some aspects of Pompei!

 This is an old sign from back during a political election in Pompei. It is still around! Obviously, they have a plastic box around it to protect it. This was the politician's name.

 This is where laundry was done. Sounds nice and clean right? Well, sort of, at least we probably think it's a bit nasty. They would use their own urine first to clean the clothes. If I remember correctly, I think the tour guide said this was to kill the germs. I think I'd rather have the germs. ;)

 People in Pompei didn't actually have windows to prevent the weather from coming in and because of burglars. So, they did the only logical thing and painted windows on their walls.

 This is one of the old water pipes. It was made of lead. In other areas, this would be a problem. People would get lead poisoning and essentially lost their minds...literally. However, this wasn't a problem in Pompei because there was something (I can't remember what it was now...oops!) covering the inside of the lead pipe that prevented the people from consuming lead into their systems.

 If you look closely, you will see a penis. Yes, a penis. A penis during these times was considered to be a symbol of good luck, good fortune, and good fertility. Now, the people of this area (including Naples, etc.) wanted to keep this symbol of good things around, however, now it isn't considered the best thing to use as a symbol. So, they use this long red chile as a symbol now. :)

 Ah, the brothel. This is one of the beds in the local Pompeian brothel. We would probably call it a whore house. Now, during these times being a prostitute was considered a noble profession. It meant a woman was providing for her family. It wasn't considered anything bad. Now, if a woman (who wasn't a prostitute) had an affair with a man is was shameful, but doing it for a living for looked at as a good thing. 

 Yes, you are seeing what you think you are seeing. Each room in the brothel has a picture above the door that displays a different, well, um, sexual position. Each prostitute specialized in a certain position. So, the pictures above the doors let "customers" know which prostitute specialized in the different positions.

 Do you remember when I talked about the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius earlier and how it wasn't actually lava that destroyed the town? Well, what happened is some people died during it and the ash formed a cast around the body. The corpse eventually decayed by the cast remained. These are some of the bodies (cast of bodies) they found. This man was sleeping when he died.

 This is the cast of pregnant woman.

 This is a young boy who seemed to be shielding himself from the ash. He was very much awake when he died.

 This is the case from the body of a dog.

 Starting the hike up Mount Vesuvio! It was very cloudy!

 Thomas was pretty happy to be doing it....

 ....I on the other hand was a bit winded and wished I was at the top already. It was steep...lol.

 I was much happier at the top with my video camera! ;)

 Middle of volcano, don't worry it's sleeping now.

Leaving Mount Vesuvio and Pompei. Ciao!

Napoli (Naples)

After visiting Vidiciatico, we took a 5 hour drive down to the very very southern part of Italy. During the drive down there I spotted many many sunflowers on the side of the road. I was so excited. Except for the fact that we could not pull over to take pictures and every picture I got from the car looked like a picture of the color yellow. 

Although, I will say it was interesting because we would be driving and I would look up and see what appeared to be a yellow colored grass hill. But, if you look closer you can see that it is not yellow grass, but a hill full of sunflowers. I love sunflowers. :) That was one of the goals of this trip...to see the sunflowers and to get a picture with one.

We stayed in a hotel in Napoli or as it is known in America, Naples. It was called the Royal Continental Hotel. Very nice! It is right on the waterfront. Our porch had a view of the water, but there was also an area upstairs where you could sit that gave an amazing view of the water and the town.

Now onto the food/restaurants. The first night of dinner was a complete disaster. I wish I could remember the name of the place we ate so I could tell people to not go there ever. I will tell you this. They get you there by having some guy come up to people on the street recommending it and telling that you get a free gift. Now it's located on the little street near the "Old Castle" by the water and it's the last restaurant on your left. First of all, they told us about this appetizer which was definitely more pricey than we pay for, but we decided it was a special occasion. Well, long story short because there were two of us (even though we asked for ONE appetizer) they charged us for two appetizers which I'm embarrassed to say cost us about 30 euro. We found out after we paid that two girls who were eating there were given the same charges. They tried to speak to the manager and no one would let them. We found out later that they ended up putting down the exact amount they should have owed and left. Another fault with this restaurant was the food itself. All we kept hearing was how amazing the pizza and food in general the further south you get was. Which Vidiciatico is further south than Vicenza and the food there was amazing. Well, at this place we got pizza. It was not that great and they thought they had given me a pizza without cheese when in fact they had just overcooked it which made it look like there was no cheese.  Needless to say, we were extremely disappointed. We were no longer look forward to eating anymore dinners in Naples. But, night two proved to us that there are descent people in Naples who make amazing food. We found this little resturaunt away from the water where mostly Italians go to. We were the only Americans  there. First of all, the waiter came out with an appetizer and told us it was a present. We were never charged for it. And it was delicious!! We had to ask what everything was after we ate because we couldn't figure it out. One of the things was this baked riccota cheese with chili pepper and olive oil drizzled over it. It was soooo good!!!!! And these little pizza bread things with riccotta cheese and red peppers. Thomas got the local seafood which around here comes with the head attached and I had gnocchi. He loved his seafood and my gnocchi was amazing as well. The service was great and the food was great.

I was not feeling the whole heads thing. :(

They also make these little fried doughnut things with sugar on them that are delicious. If your ever in Naples definitely get them. It's a little shop by the water that sells beer and gelato. The name started with a C.

Arrivederci! More blogs to come!

Vidiciatico

One of the things Thomas and I have been looking forward to, since not only our wedding, but the moment I arrived here, is his summer block leave. We have barely been able to spend any time together since being married. I mean, let's face it our entire dating time was spent on weekends and school breaks for myself. Since coming to Italy we've spent the most time together. Of course, even that has been interrupted at times with him having two 2 week trips to Germany for training. So it really comes as no surprise that because of this and the fact that we never had a honeymoon, we were ready for a vacation or as they say around here a holiday.

We decided to do a roadtrip throughout Italy. Our first stop was Vidiciatico. This is one of the locations where the 10th Mountain Division helped to liberate the Italians from Germany back in WWII. Thomas visited this area as a teenager with his grandparents, parents, and brother along with other family members of the 10th Mountain Division. Thomas's grandfather served in the 10th Mountain Division during WWII. Reunions are formed so that the veterans and their families can visit the place were they served. Thomas recently went back to Vidiciatico when he first arrived in Italy. It was then that he was reunited with Bruno, who is the owner of a hotel that was and still is associated with the 10th Mountain Division and it's reunions. After explaining who he was, Bruno remembered Thomas and his family. Thomas was given tons of good food and wine, a big kiss from Bruno's mother, and conversation with Italian only speaking men who were fascinated by him. So, we decided to go there as part of our trip so Thomas could share this part of his life with me. 

   Meet Bruno! He was such a hospitable man. On our first day, he brought us into the bar area of his hotel and served us free wine. And then he served us some more...and some more...and more. You get the picture, right? He also had this thing about making sure everyone had an equal amount of wine in their glass, even if that meant adding more wine to the other glasses. We spent about 5 hours the first day talking, drinking wine, and eating snacks with him. We even had dinner at his hotel, where he offered us a free after dinner drink. He told us stories and told us places we needed to see. 

Monte Belvedere is part of where the 10th Mountain Division went through during WWII to help liberate the Italians from Germany. So many of them are still so thankful for this, especially in this region. There are monuments everywhere, as well as 10th Mountain Division stickers on the windows of local businesses. Monte Belvedere was a few miles long hike up. It was raining the day we did it which was both good and bad. The good was that it made for cooler weather, the bad..well, I mean come on, it's me and rain. Not the best combination. But finally I made it to the...

...TOP!!! Obviously I was thrilled. Rain and all. 

I will say some of the best pizza I have had in Italy so far was in Vidiciatico. There was something about the crust or maybe something else, I'm not sure. But, it was like pure heaven in my mouth. It's also popular around here to drizzle olive oil with crush red pepper over your pizza. It's very delicious. So, for those of you in America, take some extra virgin olive oil and combine with some crushed red pepper and let it sit, then the next time your enjoying your Domino's or Pizza Hut pizza drizzle some of it on there. You won't be disappointed. And if you are, well, your just weird in my opinion. ;)

When we left, our hotel gave us a little present, a mini-radio (lol, not sure why) and limone grappa. I thought that was a very sweet gesture. The further south you go the nicer people get.

And I just have to end this blog with gelato because it is amazing. That is all. ;)

Just another typical day at the beach, right?

Well, on the 4th of July Thomas and I spent our first day at a beach in Italy with some friends. There was water, sand, umbrellas, and blue skies. All the things you could ever want to see and have at the beach. Of course, we are in Italy, so there are a few things you really don't want to see, but are forced to because let's face it modesty is non-existent here. The boys were very lucky because they got to see some topless bikini babes. Well, actually, I'm not sure if they were really quite that lucky. The women were definitely topless and in bikinis, but I'm not sure anyone would actually classify them as babes. Twice we saw two older and pleasantly plump women who sat up and proceeded to pull their tops down to get some extra sun. It was one of those, "is this really happening?" moments. On this beach one should feel like a super model. There are many ladies who wear itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikinis who should not. On another note, the husbands felt the need to blend in with the Italian men. They disappeared for about 15 or 20 minutes. When your husband leaves for this long and does not tell you where he is going you should be alarmed, very very alarmed. My friend and I were greeted by our husbands wearing big grins and tiny speedos. Excuse me. Did I say tiny speedos? I meant to say matching tiny speedos. Im not sure which was more hilarious, the fact that they wearing speedos or the fact they bought ones that matched. After this we rented a paddle boat with a slide and the boys played like little boys...sliding down the slide, jumping off the slide, flipping off the slide, etc. etc. Ah, yes, just another typical day at the beach.

Everything comes in threes....

Before Thomas left for his most recent training in Germany he informed me that if I ever locked myself out of our apartment there was a way I could get in. As long as the deadbolt wasnt locked I could "kick the door down." Im thinking he is crazy as a bed bug. Me? Kick down a door? Seriously, have you seen me or know me at all? Well, here begins the three bad things that happened within two days time...

The day after I was informed about what to do if I locked myself out I indeed did just that. I closed the door and realized by keys were still inside. I almost went into panic mode, but then remembered my husband's advice. So, with all of my might, using both my hands and my ninja kick I got the door open. Later that day I tried to get some stuff done on base. I was not very successful. I have to get a tourist passport and of course go in and they say Ive filled out the wrong paperwork. Then the next night I broke my key off into the lock of the gate of our apartment. This resulted in me having to climb over the gate later that night to get back in. And at midnight I went outside with pliers and successfully removed the piece of key that was stuck in the lock. I guess that was the start of good things to come, hopefully. It was also nice to know that I could handle whatever difficult things come up without Thomas being here.

Ciao!

Pandamania- VBS

I had the opportunity to volunteer at the chapel on base during vacation bible school (VBS). I was a member of the Panda Preschoolers. I spent my days with three and four year olds. I had so much fun!! Of course, I ended up catching a cold afterwards from all the little tikes, but I think it was still worth it. Kids really say the darndest things!! I had one little boy who was somewhat attached to my hip you could say. One morning as I walked up he looked at me and said, "Your late, where have you been?" I said, "I was in the back setting up so you can have fun today." His response was a simple, "oh." Then later he proceeded to ask me, "Are you a mom?" My response, "No, I have a husband that's enough for right now." Then he says, "Where is your husband?" My response, "well, he's at work." Then I was asked, "where does he work?" My response, "he works here on post, he's in the Army." The little boy grins and says, "Is he shooting today?" "No, not today" I replied. Then it was back to the mom thing again. "When are you going to be a mom?" Ohh my ohhh my, kids crack me up. He had me rolling the whole time. Oh and another child asked if he could go home with me. They were sweet and funny. It was a good experience for me. On the last day I was interviewed about it by the base's paper. That was quite interesting. :) Haha!

Benvenuti

I was able to participate in a welcome to Italy class. It's called Benvenuti which means "welcome" in Italian. It was a great opportunity to learn more about Italy and meet new people.

Day one consisted of basically a class type setting. We learned things about the base and some information on the Italian culture. We also had a cooking lesson where we were able to not only eat the food, but help fix it. We made a pasta with a pesto-zucchini sauce, bruschetta (which I have discovered the Italians do not pronounce it with the "sh" sound in the middle, it's pronounced "brusketta" with the "k" sound in the middle), fruit salad, and regular salad. Everything was delicious and I look forward to making the dish for Thomas one day.

Day two consisted of a trip to Verona. We weren't able to see everything as planned, but I loved all we were able to see. We saw Juliet's house which had a balcony and a statue of Juliet where it is custom to grab her right boob for good luck. There were too many people in line for that so we weren't able to grab her boob. ;) I will have to go back and do that so I will be blessed with good luck :)  We saw an old roman street and a tomb. The churches and architecture were beautiful. It amazes that people were able to build such wondering structures without the materials and equipment we have these days.

Day three consisted of a bus ride down to downtown Vicenza where we visited the local market. It was at the market that I bought a dress that I was told the style of it was very "in" right now. There were vendors with fresh fruit, fresh meat, fresh veggies, and fresh cheeses. We also went to one of the local grocery stores and did some shopping/browsing.

Day four was supposed to be a trip to Nove and Maristico where we would encounter the "Chicken Man" who has a furniture store and a ceramics store. The story behind the "Chicken Man" is that chickens would sometimes randomly be in drawers, etc. and would pop out from time to time. However, I overslept and missed this part of the class!! Ugh, I was very annoyed. I will just have to go on my own one day.


I'm glad I was able to experience this. I met some nice people, learned a lot, and saw some amazing sites.

Ciao!

Little Reminders

Everyday I fall more in love with the views that surround me. I love it when the mountains are clear and you can see all the ridges and some of the towns. It's so beautiful and I never get tired of it. I miss home and my family, but the mountains make me think of them. We've taken several trips to the mountains over the years and my family loves them. Another reminder I have of my family is the church bells that ring every hour in our neighborhood. I think of a certain mountain trip we took. It was a lovely day in the mountains and me, my mom, and aunt were sitting outside. All of a sudden this bell like sound began to chime. Immediately, my mom and aunt were in heaven saying, "Oh, how wonderful that we can hear church bells." They were so excited that there was a church close by ringing it's bells. To their dismay, it was the cabin's doorbell. My dad was pressing it and it sounded a tad like church bells. Needless to say, it is a story that will live on and be laughed at for many years. But, anyway, s0 everyday when I hear the church bells and see the mountains I think of my family and how much they would enjoy it. Especially the authentic church bells. ;) Ciao!

Holes in the ground and roses for the loved. This is Italy.

Italy gives new experiences constantly. I am getting to the point that nothing should surprise me anymore. I went out to eat with a friend. It was imperative that I find a place to pop a squat and relieve myself. Little did I know how literally I would be popping a squat. My friend was kind enough to warn me that this particular restaurant had a squatty potty. Of course, after I used it and she saw my reaction to the squatty potty she wished she had left it as a surprise. But, basically it was a hole in the ground. To assume the position you pop a squat. I'm pretty sure for those who are elderly or have bad legs this could present to be a challenge. However, it is less to touch so at least they won't catch as many germs. Of course, if you can't squat and accidentally fall this would sort of defeat the purpose of being less exposed to germs as you would be sitting in this huge hole in the ground. But, nevertheless, it was definitely one of those experiences that I will never forget. 

Italian men have no shame. If they find you attractive in any way they will make it known. I have heard this, but had never actually experienced first hand. As I walked back from the bathroom, I thought I noticed a group of Italian men look towards me and say hello, but I just brushed it off thinking I imagined it. I didn't. Next thing I know they are buying two roses from one of those really annoying guys who comes around asking if you want to buy a rose. My friend and I were both presented with a rose followed by a declaration of love... "Senora I love you!" Thankfully we had finished eating already. On that interesting note it was time to go home. 

Never a dull moment in Italia. Ciao! 

An Army Sort of Morning

As most of us know, the Army hours are far from convenient or perfect. They typically don't leave on time and it's usually at odd hours or what most of us would consider odd and tortuous hours to be up. Thomas has left for training and will be gone for several days. Our morning first started with me tossing and turning and not being able to sleep at all. I kept thinking of things I meant to do or ask him before he left. I kept thinking of things I needed to add to a list and felt myself getting hotter by the minute. No, not menopause, just probably thinking too much. The alarm awoke us at 445 am. Now, this isn't unusual by any means. The part that was unusual and tortuous was the fact that normally I sleep at night and I don't typically get up when he does. We decided to just keep his car here while he's gone, so I was his chauffeur. Once we were actually leaving, it was around this time that my body decided it was time to go to bed. I got Thomas dropped off and everything feeling like a zombie. As I got out of my car and saw all the abundance of sun that Italy gives every morning, I found myself feeling a little more awake at an hour I should not be awake. This awakeness made me not want to go back to sleep, but at the same time I knew very well that it would hit me at some point. And it did. I decided since I was awake to make myself some breakfast. It was during my early morning breakfast that it hit. I barely finished it before I was cuddled up on the couch falling fast asleep. The rain that immediately began pouring did not help with waking me up. It helped with making me sleep that much more soundly. I have now forced myself to get up. I'm pretty sure I could have slept clear into the afternoon. The rain has stopped and the sun is trying to come out. I now have an important date with a pot of Community Coffee. Until next time, Ciao!

Narrow Roads and Fast Cars.

I finally have a brand new USED car! ;) It's a 2004 silver Pontiac Grand Am. The important detail to know is that it is an automatic. Automatic vehicles are so hard to come by around here. Everybody seems to want them, but there aren't many available. We had quite a busy week trying to even get this car. We bought it and went through days of trying to get the registration and switching of deeds. Finally yesterday it was final and it was time for me to begin my Italian driving experience. The first thing I realized was not even off base, it was in the PX parking lot. This car is definitely bigger than my little beetle bug. There was no wizzing into the skinny parks like in previous parking encounters. It took a whole lot of pulling up, backing up, pulling up, and backing up. It also didn't help that the car beside me decided to park crooked in his park. I finally made it into the park and out of the park. Then I was off for my first drive home.

Apparently, the speed limit isn't observed here. Thomas said that was  one of the things he could see from his car that I was having difficulty with. Cars zoomed around me. 

If you didn't already know, the roads here are very narrow. A two-way road looks like it's made for one lane of cars. Last thing Thomas noticed that I had trouble with was I sort of "hugged" the right side of the road a little too much. Cars would zoom by and it felt like they were right next to me.

It was definitely quite an experience, but overall, I think I did okay and so did Thomas. I made sure to have him give me some tips. ;) Now, I haven't quite made it to the heart of Vicenza or the Autostrada, but maybe there's hope? All I need to do is get used to narrow roads, fast cars, and a bigger car. Yeah, apparently my car has a bigger engine than Thomas's. This had made my car the "primary" vehicle. He said he feels emasculated. :) Bahahahaha!!!

Our New Addition

We have welcomed a new addition into our home. I guess you could say we have adopted. She is already grown some, but is still not full grown. With a little tender love and care we hope to raise her to beautiful and fruitful. She is a little skinny, but has blossomed already. She loves to spend time outdoors and loves it when we give her water on a hot day. She is not a child or a pet. She is a lemon tree and all ours. We couldn't be happier. 

                  AND WE ARE PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE...!!


                                                   wait for it...
                                                  

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          SHES ALREADY HAD A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY!!!

Just another quirky blog from yours truly,

Ciao!

When in Rome

Friday morning we woke up, packed, and then hopped on a train to Roma, Italy. I didn't have the best window seat, but I was able to look at some of the countryside. At one point it became quite mountainous. Some of the train ride was spent speeding through underground tunnels beneath the mountains. Approximately 4 hours later we arrived in Rome. After walking all the way out I realized I had left my battery charger for my camera on the train. Thomas and I sped back, but we must have been too late. There was a train there but we went to our car and Thomas said it looked nothing like the train we had been on before. Well, I was pretty upset and "butt hurt" as Thomas likes to call it. I eventually bounced back and enjoyed the trip. We found a little hotel right outside the train station. Overall, not too the bad. The bathroom made me a bit nervous, but other than that it was fine. On our first afternoon we looked around one portion of Rome. We saw the Pantheon, Piazza del Popolo, Spanish Steps, and Fontana di Trevi, as well as, numerous shops. We did the traditional act of throwing a coin into the Fontana di Trevi to ensure our return to Rome. All of the architecture in the city was amazing. That evening we had some gelato and ate a little restaurant near the Pantheon. It was pretty good, but still not as good as some of the food near our town. Maybe we just didn't hit the right place to eat. It wasn't bad by any means; I have just enjoyed the food near our home better. 

                              Piazza del Popolo

                                            Pantheon

                                                      Back to Rome we will!

                                 Spanish Steps

The next day we visited the area of town that includes the Colosseo and Palatine Hill (Palatino) as well as many other forms of architecture. As we stepped out of the subway, we were immediately greeted by the famous Colosseo. Amazing is the first thing I thought. Once inside the Colosseo, it's even more amazing. It's massive and the architecture is like nothing I have ever seen. All the architecture took my breath away. It's amazing to think of how old all of this is and that it is still standing. I can't imagine the effort it took to build it all. I had Thomas' camera which take paneramic views which I was thankful for. I feel like sometimes the pictures don't even accurately describe the scenes and sights. We took an organized tour of the Colosseo and Palatine Hill, which helped for understanding exactly what we were looking at. We met a couple from Alabama on that tour that we spoke too often on the tour. 

                                              Colosseo

                                                  Palatine Hill

                                               Colosseo

                              Vatican City

Later that afternoon, we went through the Vatican City. Once again, amazement and I didn't realized they are considered outside of Rome. We weren't able to go into the actual churches. We decided to save that for another trip because it was getting late. There was so much more we didn't get to see that we want to go back and see. 


That evening, we hopped on a bus to an area that our hotel described as "romantic" with great restaurants and that the couple from Alabama heard was the place for "nightlife." On the bus, we met a couple from New Zealand. We all decided to have dinner together. I am convinced our waiter was trying to get me a bit toasty. He gave lots of wine and an extra limoncello. After dinner, we went to a local bar and spent some more time with our new friends. We all had a blast and our waiter from the resturaunt actually showed up. Several hours and tons of pictures later we finally made it back to our hotel. 

                             New Zealand friends and waiter

The next morning, I was completely exhausted and a bit thankful that our trip was over. I don't think I could have done much sight seeing that day since we had probably gotten about 4 hours of sleep. We took the morning train and arrived back in Vicenza around 5 in the afternoon. Wonderful trip! Ciao!