Relatively, this has been the most relaxing 2 days I have had in weeks.
It was a long day getting to Genova, but relatively easy (this is Wednesday). The Hamburg Airport was easy to get to and easy to get through, but Charles de Gaule was quite the opposite. Kev and I landed at the D gate and then had to go to the G gate. We were planning on walking to that gate, but it wasn’t even on the airport map (click on link above)! We ended up taking the bus to the G gate, which was also in Terminal 2, but once we got there, we decided that it should have been labeled Terminal 3 because it was so far away!
There was a Paul (a bakery chain in France) there that I wanted to buy either a sandwich or a goodie from, but decided that getting through security, again, was more important. My experience in Europe at airport security is one I would describe as a crap-shoot; sometimes I don’t have to take anything out of my baggage but have to remove my coat, and other places I have to take my computer, liquids, coats, shoes, and anything that jingles out and/or off. My experience at the G gate was of the latter. Even after taking everything out, one of the security persons went through my bag and took out a lip gloss, my hand sanitizer, and my deodorant. Since when did deodorant make the list?! The security woman then proceeded to put these articles in a plastic bag and then sent me on my way. What was the point of putting these articles in another plastic bag? Hmm…..
For the next hour Kev played video games at the Play Station hub. I flipped through some fashion magazines before I gave up (I was bored) and then went to poke at Kev. Then the weirdest thing happened. Our gate was finally posted so we headed through some serious-looking double doors, and then it was only Kev and me walking down a super long hallway. Alone. It was so weird. I felt like we had broken through a “Safe Area” and were making a break for it. Bizarre! And then, all of a sudden we were in another wing, where there were 6 new gates. Where were these guys hiding? I totally should have taken a video of the experience, but I couldn’t stop experiencing the moment….so I didn’t get my camera out. Between the colored windows and us being the only two people in the vicinity, it was a surreal experience.
We got to Italy without any problems and Silvia was waiting for us when we arrived. We puttered around the parking lot for a bit until we figured out how to exit, and then headed home, where Silvia had turned the heat on high for me. She remembered that I was rather cold last time I was here, so she turned her downstairs into the tropics. Oooh, it was (and is) so warm down here!! We dropped our stuff off and then headed to dinner.
We went to one of the places we went last year, and the three of us were the only people in the restaurant. However, within 5 minutes 12 more people arrived for dinner. Good timing on our behalf. After ordering food, Bruno, Silvia’s husband, arrived and we had a pesto feast! Kev and I shared gnocchi and a flat pasta cover in homemade pesto! OMG, delicious!!!! After we polished off our enormous plates, then plates of carpaccio with hunks of parmesan. Again, delightful! The boys shared their meat with us ladies. 😀 Then, as if we had space, we had dessert. Kev had ice cream with chocolate sauce and I had a caramel pudding.
We rolled home a bit later and Kev and I settled in for the night. I riffled through the movie selection upstairs and found some goodies to watch. After Kev jerry-rigged a DVD watching-station by putting his laptop on a box, on the bed, we finally got down to watching The Contract which had Morgan Freeman and John Cusack. It was rather predictable and not terribly complex, but still a fun movie to veg out to.
This morning I woke up at about 1am and Kev got up around 2pm and then had an outstanding lunch with Silvia and Bruno upstairs. I was planning on eating something light because I was still rather full from the night before, but the spread was too good to pass up. There was hand made olive-bread (my favorite) and foccacia something-or-rather bread, pasta, salad, carpaccio with parmesan, and Italian coffee. OMG, what a little piggy I felt like! The food was great, but the fact that Silvia bought all the fixings earlier and and then made us lunch was the best part about it. Silvia took amazing care of us last May when we were here, and has already out-done herself. What a wonderful hos she is!
After lunch we sauntered back downstairs into the heat and continued to veg out. Kev watched Dan in Real Life (an excellent movie, btw) while I updated my calendar, wrote some emails, and then went online shopping at www.modcloth.com. As per usual I didn’t buy anything, but I got to look around and tempt myself with fun looking boots and dresses.
Silvia came down right as I was showing Kev some of the clothes I was pretending to buy myself and she recognized the designers. Not only that, but she had a bunch of the clothing. What were the chances that an Italian woman would have some obscure American designer? I followed Silvia upstairs to her room and then saw her closet. It really can only be described as a bedroom for her clothing. The ceilings are at least 10 ft high, and there is an island in the middle of the room. I have seen closets like this in magazines, but never in person. Wow. So we looked through some of her clothing and I found 18 dresses to try one. The two of us brought them downstairs and I proceeded to try all of them on. About half hour later, Kev told me which one’s he like best, and now I think I am going to borrow them for this weekend. Along this clothing journey, Kev and I figured out what colors work with my skin tone, and which ones don’t, what skirt lengths are good, and what necklines work for me. I have to say, that was pretty fun for me; having Kev give me feedback was kinda like having a girlfriend there, yet could still tell me in the most platonic way that one dress was sexier than another. Nice.
About half hour after the fashion show, Silvia came back from work and took us out to dinner. We went to a restaurant which she regularly frequents and had the place to ourselves. I wanted soup and they had one with muscles, so I ordered that, and a plate of grilled vegetables. Kev and Silvia got handmade pizza, and Bruno and his buddies got pasta and lobster. My soup was actually muscles with broth and my plate of veggies was the size of my torso. I thought I was ordering small, but boy was I wrong. There was sooooooo much food at the table, but the boys were able to finish all their food. Bruno and his buddies had a plate of cheese after dinner, then coffees, and then Grappa. What Italian men!
Since getting home an hour ago, Kev and I have been listening to some of his new music and I’ve been writing on my computer. Bed is calling my name, but I need to make sure I set myself an alarm for tomorrow before I succumb to the bed-siren’s call. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow!!!!
Oh yeah, and it snowed tonight.