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Last Italy Post This is my last post from Italy.  This is sort of a dramatic silhouette of me!  In this photo I am sitting on a rock...  ... that is sitting on another rock, which is also sitting on another rock...  Good-bye Cinque Terre! Good-bye Italy!
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Old I feel as old as this little matchbox. Beth has kept the tiny box since her mother used up the matches in Italy, 55 years ago.  I'm not that old, but I look as worn out as that box. I climbed in it for a while, when Beth was packing for the trip. Then I asked, "Why are you taking this box to Italy?" My Pose in Pisa When we got to Pisa, there were about a zillion people taking pictures, pretending to hold up the Leaning Tower, with their hands.
People doing poses with selfie-sticks and doing glamor shots. And then Beth just stuck me in the grass, with the matchbox. The Leaning Box Instead of looking cool like everyone else, I just sat in the grass looking like I was holding up this leaning matchbox.  I was embarrassed when people walked by and wondered why I was doing this. Beth assured me, they were too busy taking their own photo to notice me.  That sort of made me sad. I told Beth she wasn't a very good photographer. because in this photo the tower is blurry and it's not leaning.
Beth said "Oh well." and tucked me away with the matchbox. Later she apologized and so did I. We both blamed our moods on jet lag. Rocks Beth took me to Cinque Terre in Italy. She has always dreamed of visiting the 5 Italian seaside villages.  While she stared at the Aegean Sea, I stared at the rocks.  I was so happy sitting on the cool, smooth rocks.  The sparkly white designs were so pretty.  This rock was my favorite. It reminded me of a baked potato with sour cream.  Now and then I looked out at the sea.
Riomaggiore, Italy I love a good hotel balcony view! I also loved a warm cup of coffee... to lean against.  Beth let me join her on the balcony, while she ate her yogurt and sipped her caffe.  It was sunny, but chilly and breezy. I was happy to skip the view and let the warm cup block the wind. Ahhh. Happy!
Mossy Park In April, Beth took me to Italy. We visited a park that seemed to be in the country.  There were no swings or picnic tables, but there was lots of moss.  You have to look hard to see me in the moss, in this photo. You can also see a mossy wall and the top of some kind of decoration. Surprises in the Park There were no slides or climbers in this park, but there were things even better!  Behind me you can see the legs of a sculpture, created hundreds of years ago. Monsters and Creatures The park was filled with sort of scary looking statues. Most looked like monsters.  This one just looked like a lady with a thing on her head. I sat on the ground and posed near the lady's legs. She was sitting on the ground, too.
Beth posed by the metal bar, that kept people from climbing all over the lady. She was made in the 16th century. She is very old. When They Were Younger About a million years ago, Beth was 11 when she visited this park. The statue was also much younger, in 1969.
Usually, I'm the one that gets to climb and sit on fun things. Beth takes pictures of me on flowers and riding on tiny turtles. She can only dream of doing those things. But long ago, Lucky Beth, got to climb on the Lady!
I'm jealous. Bells I traveled by train in Beth's bag yesterday. I woke up today in the small town of Soriano, to the sound of church bells.  It's Easter morning and Beth hunted for signs of spring, in the hotel yard. She wanted to pose me in flowers.  In a month, these vines will be covered in blossoms. Is this wisteria? I don't know. Flowers We walked up a garden path and Beth saw a few flowers.
We even passed a tree with cherry blossoms. I wondered where she would pose me. Chestnuts? Suddenly Beth looked down and got all excited. She gathered a few of these lumpy brown things.  She said they were chestnuts and she remembered picking them up as a kid. She remembered the smell of roasted chestnuts in New York City, when she was 6.
Beth is so sentimental. She posed me with chestnuts. Not flowers. The Vatican It was sort of quiet when we arrived at dusk. Beth put me on a railing and told me that was St. Peter's Cathedral, behind me. She said that's where she saw the Pope when she was 11.  I don't even know what a Pope is. And I didn't know what that thing was, that she put in my lap. Rosary Beth said, "You never know when you might see the Pope!" She wanted me to have a rosary, just in case. I'm still confused.  I didn't see the Pope. Beth says she has seen 3 different Popes. She said she had a rosary with her each time. I'm not sure I believe her.
But I don't think she'd lie, on Good Friday. |
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