Friday 14 October 2011
Our tranquil little parking lot was not far from a crawling street market that had sweaters, tangerines, and everything in between. We pulled on our jackets and walked through the throngs until we found ham and cheese triangles at the patisserie (the baker gave us a free one, since she recognized Charles from buying pastries the night before).
Nicole spotted a tomato soup colored cashmere sweater that she HAD to have, and even bargained the vendor down a whole euro.
Riding high with the brand new fan belt, we drove to the "Blupoint" building just outside of Chieti to settle our dispute about a fine given to us after our toll mishap. Lo and behold, Charles and Nicole met a man who not only spoke fairly good English, but dismissed the fine altogether. Woohoo!-we mean, lesson learned.
We bought a port-a-potty for the van, and Dian bought porcini mushrooms from a roadside stand. We say "mushrooms" and not "mushroom" because he generously gave her an extra mangled one in exchange for the two-Euro coin she had given him (they usually deal in kilos).
We were on our way back to see the puppet show when the car started to smoke. We stopped at a gas station and gave it a rest and looked at the fan belt, but it seemed okay. We nixed the idea of the puppet show, though, in order to head inland and be closer to Piegaro, where Colleen had invited us on the 16th.
Limping into Camp Rio Verde with squeaking fan belt and wheezing van, the proprietress smiled, saying she was officially closed, but would let us stay, and would even call a mechanic the next morning. NO ONE was at the camp...except for an Austrian couple who came rolling in not 15 minutes after us. They, too, were happy to find a safe harbor for the night.
It was bitterly cold, and we were bitter that the car was in such a state. Again.
Our tranquil little parking lot was not far from a crawling street market that had sweaters, tangerines, and everything in between. We pulled on our jackets and walked through the throngs until we found ham and cheese triangles at the patisserie (the baker gave us a free one, since she recognized Charles from buying pastries the night before).
Nicole spotted a tomato soup colored cashmere sweater that she HAD to have, and even bargained the vendor down a whole euro.Riding high with the brand new fan belt, we drove to the "Blupoint" building just outside of Chieti to settle our dispute about a fine given to us after our toll mishap. Lo and behold, Charles and Nicole met a man who not only spoke fairly good English, but dismissed the fine altogether. Woohoo!-we mean, lesson learned.
We bought a port-a-potty for the van, and Dian bought porcini mushrooms from a roadside stand. We say "mushrooms" and not "mushroom" because he generously gave her an extra mangled one in exchange for the two-Euro coin she had given him (they usually deal in kilos).
We were on our way back to see the puppet show when the car started to smoke. We stopped at a gas station and gave it a rest and looked at the fan belt, but it seemed okay. We nixed the idea of the puppet show, though, in order to head inland and be closer to Piegaro, where Colleen had invited us on the 16th.
It was bitterly cold, and we were bitter that the car was in such a state. Again.
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