3 July 2017 Bergamo, Italy

Today is our last full day in Italy. Tomorrow we head into France and eventually to Paris, where the car will be returned, then we go to London, and then back home.
As we were in the grocery store yesterday, wandering through the wine section, I was struck by how many of the places we’ve been in Italy on this trip and how many of these wines (ok, maybe not these exact wines) we’ve had the good fortune to try. Wines from Sicily, Puglia, Piemonte, Alto-Adige, Friuli, Tuscany, etc. And I started thinking about all those places we’ve been and seen. And, I’ll admit, I am tired. The last half of this trip, since about mid-February, has been at a much faster pace that I could have ever imagined in my whole life actually wanting to do, much less enjoying.

We have been to so many places and seen so many beautiful, interesting, weird, amazing things. And now I’m tired. I’m conflicted on whether or not I’m ready to go home. I mean, I am… I want to see my friends and family like a LOT. I miss them all so much (9 months is really too long to be away). But, on the other hand, I am not sure how long I can sit in one place. I guess we shall see. Husband and I have plans… and ideas and projects. So hopefully we can actually execute on those. We’re pretty darn good at executing on travel plans. Anyway…

We’re here in Bergamo and I kind of want to get the most “Italy” out of it, but I don’t really care all that much about this city in particular. It is really nice and very “Italy”, but what I’m most concerned with right now is getting a good gelato (done) and one last good pizza (almost done… we had pizza the other night, as I mentioned, but it wasn’t exactly the experience we were looking for, so we’re going to try again tonight, on our last night).

Tomorrow we pack again and move on to our fairly short second France leg of the trip. I’m really looking forward to the bread and butter with big salt crystals. Because I honestly think no one does either of those things better than the French (sorry, Altamura).

That’s it for the moment. I’ll come back with the pizza verdict later.

The pizzas were perfect! Typical Italian and just what we wanted. Also the liter of “vino della casa” was perfect as well. Good last night in Italy.