It’s been a while since the last post as I’ve been busy with other writing and various other activities that unfortunately haven’t left much time for writing articles on Italy. I do hope to find more time for it though over the next few months.
Anyway, I’m writing this sat in a little apartment in my favourite Italian city of Trieste in Friuli-Venezia-Giulia. I’m here for a short break, but also to find out a bit about the local housing market, as I’m interested in buying an apartment to let out using Airbnb or something similar. I’d also like to be able to use it as a holiday home when I travel to Italy. Compared to London, the house prices are astonishing. You can get a decent, spacious apartment for around €50,000 or even lower. Don’t ask what you can get for the same price in London. Just don’t…
I’ll be in Trieste until Wednesday, after which I’ll be travelling to Brescia to meet up with my friend Alessandra. We’ll then be going once again to her native area of Val Camonica, where I’ll stay until Friday. There is apparently a public art installation on Lake Iseo called the ‘Floating Piers’ that lets people walk across the lake to reach some of the islands.
We got up at 7am and got ready to leave. Alessandra and her mother were keen to leave as soon as possible, because if there was any traffic incident on the route out of the valley, there could be some bad delays. Apparently there is only one road out, and if it’s blocked, then you’re basically stuck if you’re going by car.
I slept soundly for five hours or so before getting up to pack and clean up. I wanted to be sure to leave the boat ‘ship-shape’ for the owner. Unfortunately, there was no more running water for some reason, so I wasn’t able to wash the dishes (or have a shower, for that matter!).
Well it’s nearly ten o’clock now, and here I am sitting at the captain’s desk in the yacht after a long day flying and walking. Mainly the latter. I’ve been awake now (apart from some small snatches of sleep during the flight) for nearly thirty-six hours. Funnily enough, I don’t feel too tired right now, but on the other hand I’m looking forward to curling up in the small dormitory and dozing off till the morning!
Well here’s a break from the retrospective on my Genoa trip from two years ago to write about one that’s happening…right now! I’m heading off to Ancona in the Marche region of Italy for a couple of days. I’m flying from London Stansted airport tomorrow morning at 6:30am directly to Ancona Falconara airport. I was going to fly Alitalia as I usually do (or take the train!) but Ryanair has a direct flight to Ancona and it’s also much cheaper, so it doesn’t feel like you’re shelling out a huge amount just for a weekend.
Continued from Running to Rimini – Part 1
Needless to say, it was too late.
I sat down to take stock. I was exhausted and annoyed, and now faced the prospect of an expensive re-booking and possibly having to spend the night in Rome. What a mess. At this point, I decided to see what I could salvage from the situation. Heading to the Alitalia ticket office, I explained I’d missed my flight and managed to rebook a new one to Rimini–for 8am the next morning. I actually felt quite pleased afterwards since I’d managed to do the whole thing entirely in Italian, without having to resort to English. A minor victory, doing the ‘firefighting’ in italiano!
I‘ve told this little story often over the last couple of years and always find it fun to think about how easily these things happen and how much worse they could get! Travelling is always a bit of an experience and the chance for things going awry never entirely goes away…