Greetings from Tuscany. I would apologize for not posting more, but I'm taking a vacation from my vacation. So for the past almost two weeks I haven't been able to access the internet due to the fact that we were staying on the island of Corsica. Now that we are in Tuscany I can at least check email. So I am. And blogging too. Corsica was great. I hope to be able to figure out how to post the pictures before too long, but it might have to wait a while. Hmmm, seems like I ought to have more to say about Corsica than iot was nice, but nothing is coming to mind.
I guess I should recap for the viewers at home. We left Paris on the 15th, picked up a rental Renault Clio and drove south towards Nice. We took a ferry over to Corsica (www.corsicaferries.com) and then stayed for a week at a resort (http://www.lavallicella.com/ for more info and pictures). Nice place, chock full of Germans and Austrians since it was a holliday week for them. I think it was a full week for the annunciation or ascencion or enunciation or something like that. Anyway, we then took the ferry to Italy and now we're in Tuscany (www.barcoreale.com for those of you wondering). Italy is great. It's beautiful (and looks alarmingly like California) and the people are really friendly. Well, when I say friendly I mean that they smile a lot and love our children (bello bambino, bella bambina).
We took the kids to a doctor in town that was reccomended by the campsite we're staying in. Emma's ears were bothering her and Finn still had a cough. Holly called him around 12 and he said that he'd be there until 1 so we drove down. Wonderful doctor, no white coat, his kid's artwork on the walls along with other obviously well-liked amateur art, lots of wood. No forms were filled out. He looked at Emma's ears and throat, Finn's ears and throat, listened to Finn's lungs, and looked at my throat. He decided that they were all related and prescribed anti-biotics. He then rummaged through his cabinets looking for free samples to give us. After he didn't find any he wrote out a perscription, offered us his hand and said ciao. We shook his hand and said ciao, but shouldn't we pay him before we left? He just shook his head dismissively, as if the idea of paying him for his services, which I'm pretty sure involved him going to lunch late, was absolutely ridiculous. How could he accept money from us? It was nothing, his pleasure, ciao bello. Holly and I just shook our heads when we got into the car at the idea of that happening in the US. Walk-in, no appointment, total strangers from out of town, and hey no problem, it's my treat. I love Italy.
I guess I should recap for the viewers at home. We left Paris on the 15th, picked up a rental Renault Clio and drove south towards Nice. We took a ferry over to Corsica (www.corsicaferries.com) and then stayed for a week at a resort (http://www.lavallicella.com/ for more info and pictures). Nice place, chock full of Germans and Austrians since it was a holliday week for them. I think it was a full week for the annunciation or ascencion or enunciation or something like that. Anyway, we then took the ferry to Italy and now we're in Tuscany (www.barcoreale.com for those of you wondering). Italy is great. It's beautiful (and looks alarmingly like California) and the people are really friendly. Well, when I say friendly I mean that they smile a lot and love our children (bello bambino, bella bambina).
We took the kids to a doctor in town that was reccomended by the campsite we're staying in. Emma's ears were bothering her and Finn still had a cough. Holly called him around 12 and he said that he'd be there until 1 so we drove down. Wonderful doctor, no white coat, his kid's artwork on the walls along with other obviously well-liked amateur art, lots of wood. No forms were filled out. He looked at Emma's ears and throat, Finn's ears and throat, listened to Finn's lungs, and looked at my throat. He decided that they were all related and prescribed anti-biotics. He then rummaged through his cabinets looking for free samples to give us. After he didn't find any he wrote out a perscription, offered us his hand and said ciao. We shook his hand and said ciao, but shouldn't we pay him before we left? He just shook his head dismissively, as if the idea of paying him for his services, which I'm pretty sure involved him going to lunch late, was absolutely ridiculous. How could he accept money from us? It was nothing, his pleasure, ciao bello. Holly and I just shook our heads when we got into the car at the idea of that happening in the US. Walk-in, no appointment, total strangers from out of town, and hey no problem, it's my treat. I love Italy.
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