Thursday, June 22, 2006
I live in a Castle
That's right. You read correctly. I live in a Castle.
A real castle made of stone and wood, with stairwells that definitely do NOT conform to Canadian building code. (Standard risers? Nah, them's for wusses.) A real bonified castle with bad plumbing, flickering lights, and ghosts! That's right folks, my castle is haunted. With eerie noises at night and miscelanous things going missing from rooms. I LOVE IT!
But on to more serious things...
Looks like I won't be able to make it to the Palio in Sienna. Because the group has decided to forgo the trip to the Cararra Marble mine and go to Pompeii and Capri instead. Woo! It means I'll have to put up a bit of my own money (*cough* 200 Euro *cough*) but I think it'll be worth it. Especially since they'll be taking us on guided tours and the like. Now I get to look up my Capri contact that my colourist gave me. I'm to arrive on the island, ask for "Alphonse", and tell him that Tom and Louis send their love "hugs and kisses".
Tomorrow they're carting us off to Milan! Unfortunately we leave at 5:45am. Oi!
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At some point you must related the story of the tragic life and sordid death that led to your ghost -- or at least fun things it does in the middle of the night.
Well hey there Sarah! I was out in the Heather tonight and saw a girl that totally reminded me of you - except her hair was electric blue, and said I should check your blog to see if you had written anything yet. Well boy have you ever! It sounds like your having quite the time over there - though I'm still waiting for the story of a summer romance with an Italian pizza boy riding a vespa in a wife beater. Have fun, be safe and look forward to seeing all the pics in the fall.
cheers
Joe
It's too bad that you'll miss the Palio...I've seen a film of it and it really is something else. Shoving high-strung horses into the church to have them blessed, people going mad parading around the city, different groups having shouting matches, men flying around the square BAREBACK...and it's the first horse over the finish line (with or without rider)that wins. Eeeep!
Though, I have to say going to Pompeii and Capri is a pretty good alternative...
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