Oct 1, 2014

Creating New Family History!

So . . . we're off to Italy next Tuesday.*  My loved one and I will travel for 10 days to Venice, Ferrara, Florence, and I hope Siena, then he goes home (with an overnight in Paris) and I continue on to Lucca, where I will be picked up to go to a 10-day watercolor painting workshop.  I can't tell you how excited I am about this -- I have wanted to go to Venice my whole life, and with the painting workshop included, it's a dream come true.

So I'm thinking I'm not going to be writing about past family history for a bit; rather, I'll be writing about family history in the making.  I've always liked to travel . . . well, that's not exactly true.  I like the being there part, but I'm not crazy about the getting there.  I don't like to fly.  My father, who was in the 100,000 mile  or 1 million mile club from some airline because he traveled so much, said I couldn't possibly be his daughter if I didn't like to fly.  Well, sorry, Dad.  It's so uncomfortable and I can't sleep and . . . and . . .

When we were kids, we traveled all over the U.S. and Canada, every summer.  There are very few states I haven't been to -- I found a map that would let me record it:

You can make one, too, at USA Colorfill Map.  I don't count that I've changed planes in Houston, 
or cut across Tennessee on the way to North Carolina.
 

I think I've been to almost every Canadian province, too, except the very eastern ones, Nova Scotia and Newfoundland.  I certainly would like to go there.  In Mexico, I've been to Puerto Vallarta, Mazatlan, Cabo San Lucas, La Paz, and of course Tijuana (having lived in California for 40 years).

Outside of North America, I've been to England (London, twice), Scotland, a tiny dip into Wales, Germany, and Holland.  I waved at Cherbourg in France from the ocean liner my grandmother and I were on.  And now I will go to Italy!

Do we speak Italian?  Emphatically no.  I do know how to say "I'm American, I don't speak Italian," and a few words like grazie, and per favore, etc.  I understand that in Italy if you even make an attempt to speak their language, they are so charmed that they'll be happy to help you, whatever you need.  I will definitely make the attempt.  My dear friend says you can get by if you speak "Eurolingo," some combination of Spanish, French, and Italian.  I might be able to manage that.  We also need to be exceedingly polite, because that goes a long way.  I will not be an obnoxious American!

We're planning to see as much as we can of Venice in four days, then three days of relaxation and just soaking up the culture in Ferrara, and then busy days again in Florence, as we try to see as much as we can.  If you've been there, and have any "can't miss" places, let us know, because at this point we're hanging pretty loose about the things we're going to see.

I'm taking my laptop and will certainly be posting updates and pictures and so on.  My Geno DNA test and also my 23 and Me, I think, said I have a small percentage of Italian heritage, so I'm expecting to feel right at home!

Stay tuned . . . 






*To any crooks that might think our house is there for the picking because I'm announcing this on the internet, 1) there will be three people living in the house, 2) we have a dog, and 3) our neighbors are very vigilant about protecting one another's property.  Just move on to somewhere else.




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