Gang! I'm packed and ready to hit the trail tomorrow to Bella Italia! Wow! Can't wait to see the smiles on my cousins' faces when I come around the corner from baggage claim at Pisa Aeroporto. It's been two years since we've been together, and that is just too long.
It'll take me 26 hours with all the layovers, the first of which is in my beloved San Francisco. Three hours to kill in an airport I like very much: dinner in The Crabpot Restaurant--crab something--then a stroll through the wonderful bookstores. I'm not taking a book to read, other than my Italian Verb Tenses exercise book. Besides, my carry-on is full enough. I'm hoping to watch a segment of the German-produced Inspector Brunetti films, which I discovered last time Lufthansa carried me to Italy. Yes, the same Guido Brunetti of Donna Leon's vivid imagination.
At the suggestion of my dear friend Cathy Gazda, I will purchase a lovely notebook at Signum in Firenze (exquisite paper goods) and keep a gastronomic delights journal, from which I will try to blog you-all when I can get to a computer. So, maybe you'll put on a few pounds just reading about my culinary ecstasies!!
But taking a cue from Shirley MacLaine, What A Way To Go!