Tuesday 24 March 2009

A flounder, indeed...

e.  Venice - a beautiful place, but sadly lacking trees.  Two days was the perfect amount of time to stay, so that  I could get my tree fix in Tuscany as soon as we left.  While we were there, though, we rode a gondola (quite exciting):




and we passed by a restaurant on the corner of one of the blocks that was displaying a vibrant menagerie of sea creatures.  Shannon:  "Look!  it's one of those...those flat fish(!)  it's called a...a....."  (Shannon clearly thought it was a sting-ray).  An italian waiter nearby finished her sentence: "Eet's a Flounder!"  Shannon, realizing that it was, in fact a flounder, and that an italian man she had never met before was yelling about flounders in the middle of the street, added: "Yes, a flounder!" and briskly walked on her merry way.  I laughed heartily in her wake.


f.  On day two of our Florence experience, we took the day off to head to Fiesole - a smaller Tuscan village on the hill just 15 minutes outside of the city.  It was a lovely day: exploring pastry shops, hiking through the tuscan wilderness:



and watching the sunset over the city of Firenze.  But as the sun was going down, the glory of the day was only just beginning...if I told you it involved Canadians and the Minotaur, you might not believe me.  So I'll tell you it involved fish food and a taxi.  Truth be told, it involved all four....



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