We all got up at 4am on Saturday. Our bags were mostly packed the night before. At exactly 4:30, we started walking for the place where the buses are - Piazzale Roma. If you look on a map and trace a walk from Campo Margharita, where we stayed, to Piazzale Roma, you'd think that walk would take half a day. 17 minutes! We were early for the 5am bus, the first bus of the morning.
From then on it was easy. Bus to the Marco Polo Airport. A flight from Venice to Frankfurt. Frankfurt to Newark. Newark to Cincinnati. Not one hassle along the way. But lots and lots of layover time between flights. We're all home.
Today, Sunday, we go back to our normal lives, trying to adjust to the lack of wonderful Italian coffee in the morning and periodically throughout the day. Oh wait, my bad! I have the espresso-making machine and the right coffee beans to closely duplicate that taste. (Sorry for that split infinitive, Dennis.) It's resting on a counter only ten feet away from where I'm sitting to write this. So in a way, I'm always in Italy. The others will have to figure out their own brain triggers to make them think they never left.
PHOTO NOTE: Less expensive than a trip to Italy – an Isomac espresso and latte maker.
Made Jack's coffee emporium Joe this morning. Normally quite satisfying. Not today. Missing the superior crema at the cafe. We'll be over in an hour. Start heating up the machine!
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