10/14 Monday
Our train to Verona is less than two
hours, a pleasant ride through the countryside, with farms and towns in the
flat river basin, and low hills growing higher as we move westward. We make a
connection from the train to a local bus, and are surprised to find the bus
terminal absolutely swarming with young people, probably high school students.
It seems there are hundreds of them. Our bus arrives, apparently headed for Old
People Town, because none of the kids get on.
We are met in the streets by our
host’s brother, who lives in the apartment and is moving out for the week. It’s
in a lovely neighborhood, on a tree-lined street by the river, with a view of
the Cathedral across the river and a villa on the hills behind us. The city
seems elegant and genteel, much like Florence, without all the tourists. There
is a foggy mist coming in, so we head to the nearby grocery store to get
something for dinner before it starts raining. We end the day having porcini ravioli
on out covered terrace, looking out at the hills covered in fog and juniper
trees, looking so beautifully Italian.
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