Sunday, Nov. 7
Waking up at 5 a.m. does not sound appealing.
Especially when we’ve grown so accustomed to sleeping in until 9 a.m. (or later).
But, after two weeks in one location, it’s time to move on.
Tomorrow we are taking an early bus from Le Marche to Milan.
From Milan we will catch a train to Interlaken, Switzerland. (We’re hoping the floods in northern Italy have subsided, as we have to travel straight through the affected area.)
Looking back on our experience in Le Marche, we both agree it’s a place we will never forget and will always want to return to.
We’ve eaten some great food, like pizza burgers; watched some great movies, like the Italian Job; and seen some beautiful sights, like the view from our window.
And we’ve created a couple of great memories – like getting engaged in a beautiful field and eating spaghetti and meatballs in celebration of my birthday.
Beyond that, it was the first time in our lives that we had two weeks to do absolutely nothing. No bills to pay, no phones to answer and no obligations.
Somehow, Matt still ended up building a wall, chopping a year’s worth of wood and fixing every door in the house. He just can’t stop.
But now we’re ready to make idiots of ourselves in a different language.
(No matter how hard we tried to pull off words like ciao, gracias and prego, we still stuck out like sore thumbs.)
So, goodbye pasta, olive oil and cheap red wine.
Hello overpriced everything, glorious mountains and snow.