When we last spoke Deb & I were relaxing on the beach for a few days. We eventually got motivated to move 70km up the road to Vieste, a great seaside town with many beach resorts that catered for us motorhomers. We set up camp across the road from the first white sandy beach we have seen here and only a 400m walk to town.
Rather than translate the post title, I'll just let you know that in Australia we have the same phrase, 'doing SFA', though it does sound a little more sophisticated in Italian. Just like 'happy hour' is referred to as 'Aperitivo' it all means "sitting around doing nothing" which is the favourite summer pastime of both countries, and as if we needed any encouragement, Deb has acquired a taste for Prosecco and for me, Campari.
We spent an afternoon walking around Pisa taking in the sights but apart from the main piazza there is little else to attract.
Florence on the other hand took a 3 day visit and even though the temps were in the 30s we enjoyed the many piazzas, galleries & museums.
We scrambled down from the Alps and arrived in Venice just in time for lunch. So nice to see friendly faces on the far side of the world.
The 4 of us had a wonderful sunny afternoon taking in the sights of Piazza San Marco and around the Rialto bridge but late in the afternoon the heavens opened up and we got drenched. Fortunately, the storm didn't last long and when we emerged for dinner Venice was cooler but cleaner.
A quick stop at the Bürstner head office (Normie needed a small part) then it was onto Triberg in the Black Forest.
A cute little tourist town with many woodworking shops selling all manner of trinkets.
I fear there are going to be fewer posts this year as a blog of any type is a beast that must be fed regularly and let's face it, how many pictures of cake, castles, churches & cathedrals can anyone take. So with this in mind please join Ralph (the trans-gender GPS), Norman (the self-trimming motorhome), Deb (the automatic missed turn & speeding alarm) & myself (the wind generator) for our trek through central Europe.
In order to avoid overloading (of both readers & author) I have tried not to post too often, so please forgive this short attempt to catch up and make this as real-time as possible.
After a few sunny days on the shores of Lake Geneva's French side we drove around towards Montreux on the lake's Swiss side stopping by Château de Chillon (pictured at top of post). From there it was on to Lake Thun & Interlaken.
Driving through more breathtaking mountain landscapes we were amazed to find a campsite nestled in a small valley. As we parked the farmer was herding his dairy cows through the area and the noise made by the bells they wore sounded like giant wind chimes.
Even though we were still 40 minutes from the Swiss border there was a small chapel (image at top of post) and a Swiss restaurant 100m up the road and Deb was hanging out for a cheese fondue, unfortunately it wasn't the best but the sausage & onions made up for it.